The Insanity's LoveWelcome, welcome, my dear child, to the insanity.
Here we thrive with no mind at all, our thoughts flying aimlessly.
We have no control as we are taken over, laughing without a cause.
Words turn into growling as are fingers turn to claws.
We become nocturnal and prey on life, eating it away.
But just know, dear, we'll never let you stray.
We stay in our group, by each other's side.
No matter how mad we get, we always find some pride.
No matter the level of insanity, or craziness in our minds.
Somehow, we have these knots, that always remain intertwined.
No matter the mindlessness pumping through our veins.
We stand together no matter how much of sanity's pain.
We let our minds free, our hearts pumping loud.
So insane, yet look so normal in a crowd.
My NightmareSo at first, I somehow managed to get to the top of the Lady Liberty or something and I found out you can take the crown off. Somehow, I managed to throw it into the street. I killed two people. I then ripped off her head, then I fell. It was a lower building, only 20 feet down. The head missed the building. Killed over 50 people, broke in half. I couldn't control myself, I picked up the pieces and started to try kill more and more until I finally snapped back to my old self and ran.
The thing that scares me is that the murders were just so.. Detailed. I could make out each and every injury..
Vacation ended a day later and I flew back to my town, and I went to school. I was pulled into wherever the people cook lunch but it suddenly turned into an office. They started asking me questions about the entire murder, if I did it, if I saw anything of it. I lied and said no. They showed me a recording that someone took and they zoomed in on the person (Me) throwing the pieces, and it was very
My Only FriendThis twisting rope around my neck, shall be my only friend.
It will always be there for me, until the very end.
It tightens when I need a hug, and tells me to hang around.
It never leaves me and always stays true, it never lets me down.
This twisting chamber in the gun, shall be my only friend.
It always will give me courage, until the very end.
It whispers advice into my ear, tells me it's okay.
It won't ever turn me down, no, it won't betray.
This twisting view of the asphalt below, shall be my only friend.
It will definitely stand by my side, until the very end.
It tells me to do the right thing, and how to go on.
It always has the best advice, and shows me to be strong.
But I can only choose one friend to spend.
The rest of my life with.
A bullet, hanging, or jumping into the view, from a height as high as a cliff.
The Spirit BrotherOnce, there was a young man of the age of 16, walking one stormy and lonely dark night down Roberttson Boulevard. He was the only one on the street - So he thought. He was named after his miscarriaged brother, Jhonathanne, but his parents could not bare to name him the same way, so he became Johnathan. Tonight, he could not sleep. As he turned the corner, he heard a low weeping, sounding like it was from a man not much older than him. Then he saw it. He was crouched on the ground, wearing a dark cloak, his hair tangled and long, as dark as a crow's feather. He heard the boy curiously approach him, his footsteps clapping on the wet sidewalk.
"Turn away," The dark man groaned with a desperate look in his haunted eyes, glancing back at the boy. "You shouldn't know about me." He finished. "Who are you..?" Johnathan asked, before the man turned, looking at him. His face glowed as his hair untangled, spreading over his shoulders and behind his back. The confused young man gasped softly as he
I Am BrokenI can't breathe, my lungs are torn. This time my mind's working up a storm.
I can't see, my eyes are ripped. Right from the soccets, bit and nipped.
I can't smell, there's too much smoke. I think my mind has finally broke.
I can't taste, my tongue's ripped out. I try to cry, but I just can't shout.
Don't Blame MeI'm not okay, but don't blame me. It's not my fault, can't you see?
I'm falling apart, I feel so lost. I feel outcasted, then away, I am tossed.
I don't like their hurtful words, I hate my memories.
Please don't take me to therapy, please just let me be.
Our ArmyAlone, we are nothing. Just two wondering souls.
Traveling the life-given world, far from home and cold.
Alone, we are nobodies. Just two stray dogs, so lost.
Traveling the ghetto streets, bit by the chilling frost.
Alone, we are shadows. Just two sihlouettes in the shade.
Traveling with no rest, not even in a dark cave.
Alone, we are cowards. Scared of the smallest thing.
Cowering at our own shadow, never exploring a thing.
Alone, we are worthless. Two outcasts so frail
Pushed away from everyone else, they never learn our tale.
Alone, we are strangers. Who everyone else fears.
Avoided and walked around, until our path is clear.
But together, we are something. We have our small army.
Togehter, we both are strong, we are somebody.
But together, we are the light. Standing tall with no rest.
Together we face our demons, we are cowardless.
But together, we have value. We become worth something.
Together we are two in the crowd, just two more human beings.
And together we will stand, facing
I Will RebelI will rebel, the battle begins today. The people will meet the price that they have to pay.
I will rebel, I shall not pledge. I will stay seated and not even raise my head.
I will rebel, I will stand by my beliefs. I will not fall back, no matter if my allies leave.
I will rebel, this is my final choice. This is my decision and I will raise my voice.
I will rebel, I will change the minds of the wrong. I will show them the hurt they've caused all along.
I will rebel, I will set the captive free. I will raise above and welcome the disgraced, no matter who they may be.
I will rebel, I will deny all the lies. I can find out what is truth, I can see it in their eyes.
I will rebel, my heart is pure and strong. It pounds with pride and warmth as powerful as a bang of a gong.
I will rebel, and I will not fall. I will stay above despite how I'm so small.
I will rebel, I will stand out. I will be the savior in the cowardly crowd.
I will rebel, I will save the broken. I will let my mind finally
Music To MeMusic, to me, is the air that I breathe,
My blood that flows, and my heart that beats.
It is my nerves that feel,
My eyes that watch, my wounds that heal.
Music, to me, is my feet that walk,
My ears that hear, my mouth that talks.
It is my lips that smile,
My fear that dies, my regrets that pile.
Music, to me, is my sanity,
It's what holds me together, no matter where I am to be.
No matter the sadness, no matter the pain,
Music is always keeping me sane.
Its notes wrap around me as I accept its warm embrace,
Carrying me off from the worries, far beyond the edge of space.
The rhythm pulls me away from my worries, and my fears.
The tempo, always there, to dry away my tears.