Mizeri

Why wont you hold me, this place is too lonely You presence is still too strong The days have been scorched with your face it hurts Why can't it all go away? When we first decided to join the divided You swore to be honest and true But I hesitated, because I've been jaded My heart had been torn askew You never relented, devoted your senses Secured me with words and your touch I really agreed, gave into my need This feeling fooled me to love I fallowed you blindly, held your hand slightly All I needed was you You grasped my heart tightly, and I knew this was Happy Never grew insecure But then there was something, an unsettled s

There was once a little girl, who sat on a tree There she would, cry, kick and scream The world had gone cold with sickness abound Leaving her alone, scared of touching the ground So she clung to the tree as hard as she could Praying for Death as no soul would Many nights she sat, alone and afraid Strength was leaving her with nothing to gain Closing her eye's, one last whisper she cried As she fell to the ground, one very last time.

The wind blows cold to me. An Ignorant girl of apathy A Soul who rejects itself Container of guilt, hate, and contridiction. There is nothing. an illusion standing in the mirror, She prays for gore, in order to relate. What sake is this?! Surely it's uncommon. To extradite one self is sinful. There is something. In hell, Dante know's this all to well. For it is in the seventh ring, where we all go. Bodily entrails bloom into bushes of thorns, agonized by the flesh hanging from. An artist, picks up a bursh. Stands before a blank convas. Imperfection, doesn't allow her to create. Hate. It Taunts her. Someone elses goals that wil

Please describe, this joyous feeling that every one seems to share all at once. Please be kind, and remember I must be dreaming, I am absent from every one. No one tries, I am nothing Please just remember, It is horrible and Useless. Take my hand, I'll take it back, Try to reach, I will retract, Smile to me, and I will Look away. It's not the same, Please understand, Me.

So you sit around and type, when life is just too blurred Drinking caffeine till your speech and thoughts are slurred And then you start to wonder, why it all must be? Where you're life is heading and then you want to scream But still then you utter not a sound, Instead you pop some pills and continue to type around Caffeine is coursing through your veins, you keep on adding more Afraid of what you'll dream, and to see what you're not good enough for But you fail to realize, life is but a dream And that reality truly is harsher than it seems So you write about fantasies, logics and you all can create Trying to make things easier

Wisps, of smoke danced melancholy across the death riddled atmosphere of the grand battle filed. Night had already settled upon the bloody gorge of land. At sight of this, Night collapsed in sorrow. It would be the darkest night of all time. Many a time had she bared witness to the evil of man as they foolishly slaughtered each other. Every time is was harder and harder and now she wept and the sky rained down her soul. Drenching the bodies' limbs and ground in her sadness. No sound would be heard through out the scene as the insects them self's, naturally channeled her pain and grew silent in her mournful reverie. In the distant a faint gl