• What's this I see? A monster in the mirror, about to break free. Born into torture and raised within hate, why did I think I could escape from this fate. I thought I was more than the typical fool but no I'm far less in fact I'm more cruel. I'm a starving animal with keen skills to hunt, one who's too smart to give motives up front. These motives in fact are hidden from me, my mind is a puppet that will never be free. So strike me where I stand, it's no use anymore. Set me free from my command for only death will stop this war!



    Dear world, now I know I am not complete. I am the one to blame for the corpses at my feet. Am I human, am I not? With all the emotions I haven't got. It's funny how my greatest pains are my greatest needs. It gets easier and easier to bite the hand that feeds. I wish to be human so I capture and deform, but no one can complete me in this state that's dead and torn.



    It's this feeling again. A feeling so dangerous at this moment in time. I just can't explain with my words or with rhyme. Wait no, I know what this could be. That which draws me in is the hope of things I see. Tragic, tragic hope as I take off in the blue. Time is running short yet I have so much left to do. Am I blessed or am I cursed, right now I cannot say for sure. But now to reassure, I'll be preparing for the worst.



    What a world we live in with the push and pull. The tides of this life will give and take back in full. There's much of a difference between you and I, a cry out for help may receive no reply. Pushed into the background with hardly a name with a number of others who are far from the same. Here's your diamond in the rough you can't see from afar, take a look to the sky and you may see your star. I need light to shine in this land of endless night. Give me a sign and let the fireworks ignite. Each shimmer in the sky brings a sparkle down below to be caught among the rough where I then begin to glow.



    There's a time to stay and a time to leave. A time to stop and a time to go. Who's to say that I don't know of when to stay and when to go. I hate this lie, these shallow tides of surface love begging to die. City of angels that haunts me once more, hand back the life of which I adore. I need something real and I won't find that here, give me back all those years that I hold now so dear. I can hardly think straight while my insanity brews, and it can't be that long till the fire meets the fuse.