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.
I Will RiseYou think you've broken me, you think you've won.
But no, dear, I'm having fun.
I love the way you judge me, I love your hateful phrase.
I love the way you think I'm lost, in a mournful gaze.
I enjoy the way you mock me, I enjoy your abuse.
I enjoy watching the way you run out of your insult juice.
Your words are running out, dear, you have nothing left to say.
Look upon your drained self, while I'm still alive today.
Now I'm the one in control, I'm the one that you obey.
I'm the one you bow down to when and where I say.
You can try to scan your mind, to break me down again.
By the time you're on your feet, I bring you to an end.
I use my own voice to break you down, no flying fists in sight.
Beating you to a pulp is less effective than my mind.
I can make you want to die, I can make you pay your price.
I told you to leave me alone; You should have taken my advice.
Now I stand above you, watching you lay still.
I've shown you what you've given me, I have shown you hell.
Birds Of SorrowI am a reaping raven, gliding across the sky.
Sending out notes of sorrow, hours throughout the night.
A voice so desperate for some closure, a voice so faded and weak.
One that cracks and rattles and coughs, one's voice that often creaks.
So here I fly into the night, leaving behind no sight.
As I have been cast away, never to see the light of day.
I am a crying crow, my eyes darker than my mind.
Filled with so much hate and rage, I've killed off all my kind.
Once so gentle, now seen to drown an ark.
So discouraged and cast aside, I cast a shadow in the dark.
I search the night, for a call, from the other side.
I will go on in search of joy, until Hell and Heaven colide.
I am a suicidal sparrow, chirping my lines of death and despair,
While filling ashes throughout the air.
I may look so innocent, but really, I want to die.
I send out screams of help and closure, as I plan the way to end my life.
Every day I unleash my hell, bringing my enemies great pain.
Revenge is a bitch, they kno
The One And Only Instrument For The DeadThere he stood with his violin, his eyes a bright blue that darkened within.
He stood on the corner of Main Street, standing alone, tapping his feet.
He raised his bow as he tilted his head, resting his chin on the bed.
The soft cushion upon the oak, the wind softly blowing his cloak.
He ran the bow across the strings, for a split second, his ears would ring.
Suddenly, it brought to life, the music filling the dark of night.
Slowly, slowly, a crowd grew, and stayed without a whispering few.
They watched and listened as he swayed, gazing in awe as their minds gave way.
They imagined their own fantasy, a place to match the musical scene.
He scraped the bow across the strings, so hard that is would sting.
Sparks flew up as it screeched, each string snapping to the rough greet.
The man released the bow from the flames that fell down, then took a bow for his amazed crowd.
They threw all their change into his case, cheering as their hearts raced.
They patted him on the back, as they slowly s
Do You Not Notice?Don't you hear that quiet whisper?
Do you not hear that scream?
Do you hear that little voice, that's louder than it seems?
Don't you see that soft, distant shade?
Do you not see that shadow?
Do you see that silhouette, that's darker than a burnt meadow?
Don't you smell that faint stench?
Do you not smell it burn?
Do you smell that burning flesh, that makes your stomach churn?
Don't you taste that familiar taste?
Do you not taste that metallic feel?
Do you taste that warm blood, that brings you no appeal?
Don't you feel that soft bit of wind?
Do you not feel that breeze?
Once it hits you, I hope you know, behind you, it's me.
The JourneyThrough seas of blood, we have swam.
Deserts of glass, we didn't give a damn.
Mountains of blades, we climbed atop.
Valleys of fire, never once stopped.
Through millions of men's boiling life.
Shards of glass that cut like a knife.
Swords and daggers that cut so deep.
Fire that screamed with every creep.
Through trees of claws, we have climbed.
Vines of thorns, we became interwined.
Hills of coals, we treaded through.
Blizzards of sleet, our faces turned blue.
Through cutting branches that scraped your skin.
Thorns that embedded deep within.
Burning rocks that blistered our feet.
Ice blowing so fast, our eyes is where it would meet.
A journy that will never end.
Only when death decends.
A path that we will always lead.
No matter where our fates meet.
Some get out the easy way.
Only the brave decide to stay.
Welcome To HellI'll eat your heart, then tear you apart. I'll give you scars to remember the dark.
I'll show you what I mean, I'll show you hell. I'll make sure you'll never climb up this well.
Now you sink down below, awaiting at the devils door.
Knock, knock, knock, an echoing scream. Longer and louder than it may seem.
Bang, bang, bang, a curtling cry. Know that you will never die.
Here he comes, in a suit. Around his neck he wears a noose.
You stand there, oh, so small. So intimidated you might fall.
He grabs your arm and drags you in. His nails dig beneath your skin.
The fire bites and scorches you to the bone. That's when you notice you're not alone.
You're not the only one feeling this pain. You notice millions being enslaved.
This is what you get for all your hate. This is the price you have to pay.
A Poem About MeMusic is my everything, and I'd rather be nocturnal and sleep by day. I play piano and usually sit at the computer, just wasting the time away.
I never stop drawing and my camera's my best friend. I'll be the one standing beside you when your world begins to end.
I'm addicted to my xbox and the internet doesn't help at all. I'll be standing in their eyes as I watch my enemies fall.
I don't forgive and I don't forget, I like the idea of revenge. I like to show them how much it hurts; whenever I really can.
I've been bullied for six years now, it's finally calmed down. I'm willing to help anyone, and wipe off every frown.
I used to be into self-harm, life was giving me hell. But now I just listen to music, when I hear that final bell.
I go walking whenever I can, and I love to read. I'm willing to help with everything, as long as I'm not lazy.
I would rather have proof, than believe in a lie. I want to discover where I go when I die.
I'll watch every horror movie in the world, whil
Face RealityIt's all a joke, it's all in your head.
Don't trust this, these people are dead.
It's all a joke, just another dream.
Your mind's more realistic than it seems.
It's all a joke, just wake up and breathe.
Don't be chewed up by a fantasty's teeth.
It's all a joke, open your eyes.
You gotta be kidding me, you're believing these lies?
It's all a joke, how can you not tell?
That was 200 meters down you just fell.
It's all a joke, how can you be alive?
You'd be obliterated if this was real life.
It's all a joke, just another dream.
Open your eyes and face reality.