Land of Confusion

Ties That Bind

Girl from afar

Girl I don't know

She who I wish

Could be the one with none below



I feel I know you

Though I've never seen you

Feel I love you

Even though I cant be with you



I'd like to comfort you

Say more than a prayer for you

Show you that someone will

Give it all to you



I may seem strange

Feeling this way

But you never know

Just how to say

All the things you feel

Everyday



Even though it can never be

Can you please promise me

That

You will make it on your own

Dont let your demons take control



I can only help so much

And I'm saddened having such

A small impact on a friend that I love



So I pray you good morrow

Good noon

And Good night

And that your days be filled

Not with plight



And just knowing that

You're happy again

Is all I need

To begin

To fell the same myself

Freestyle to the MAX

I made the world for you,
how do you repay me?
a fuck you
bitchslap to my face.
never known such a disgrace

And why did it start in the first place?
who effin knows you said
what the hell
all that for nothing
why waste both our times

get your head in the game
game of love and life
and not childish drinking games

makes you forget eh?
well forget this:
fuck that part of you
stab it dead
i dont care

i hope i never have to see it again
beat it with a rolling pin
no fuggin italians
just blood and death to that wicked
little patch of bs you smeared around

you're still the world to me
but fuck that
you're better than this
we both know it

'retard' ya that describes it well
so slow you cant even see yourself
look in a mirror
see the dirty thing that i see
no slut
no whore
just a perfect gem stuck in a rut

wipe the dirt off your face
trust me it'll help
it cant kill you
but it sure as hell tries

dont listen to me
fine
but dont come whining the next time

i know i dont mean that
but damn i wish i could
then again
it wouldnt do me any good

you'd just smile at me
and i'd get lost again
I hate that
but at the same time

your bullshit makes you beautiful

She was just there

An Angel that art of Heaven

She must be mine right?

I can take her for myself right?

She wont care if I make her scream,

make her cry,

make her want to die.

No way she will care

if I go against her will,

hold her fucking still,

no she never will.

I'll go take it from her,

that sweet freshness she gives,

every moment that she lives,

every second she can breath,

I want her to believe,

that I care, but I don't.

I just want her precious,

little,

deriere,

the things beneath her neck,

the rest below her breath.

She seems to feel the same,

so what if my brain,

says "no"

I know what myself knows,

I want it,

I can take it,

it's mine.

So cry now little Angel,

cry yourself to sleep,

I dont care if you weep,

as long as,

I got my,

hit this week.

Bleed your tears away,

But I don't care,

I won't be there,

I've had more than my share,

and I,

just,

am,

not,

there.

She cries.

and cries,

nothing making sense,

no bit of understanding in her sight.



He weeps.

and weeps,

knowing of her plight,

and can do nothing,

but try to show her her light.



She is blind.

to it all,

seeing only the fall,

and the day she'll lose it all,

the day she takes it all away.



He tries so hard.

and she drives him away,

he bears his soul like dinner,

and she spits, and calls it a disgrace,

but she says to keep from the blade.



But then her blade.

coming at the meat,

of her arm. deep gashes wet and wide,

riddle her forearm, but no cutting she does,

for she promised him, so these are not cuts.



He knows the truth.

he sees these lies,

and still, wishes to give his life,

just for her every breath,

to save her from certain death.



She wants to see it.

but she is blind,

especially to him who would even give his eyes!

just so she could have a glimpse,

of that archangel he knows to be she,

she who he wishes to be,

his all-in-all.



He sold his soul.

for 10 cents and a bottle,

a bottle of grape juice,

that can cleanse her soul,

that bottle is busted on the floor....

next to his mangled body,

but he licks it up....and tries again.



She then looks at him.

and sees a poor soul,

with a her-shaped hole,

but she cant see herself and mistakes it for something else,

and his perfect piece,

dissapears from under his nose.



He can't go on without her.

her smile, and her 'self',

her everything, that piece that he is missing,

and decides this night. that with this hole,

comes a bond, and a broken bond makes a broken man,

and a broken man may as well be a dead man,

and what better way than that glass bottle she broke,

what better way than to choke; on his own blood.

The blood of a on-ce saint....a man of the Banner.



In this place, in his tomb, she returns,

having went, not to go, but for some things to sew.

but can she sew such a wound?

can she mend a broken heart?

does she even know where to start?



Then she see's a Scarlet Letter, kind of plump,

and opens it to see, what she was meant to be,

his eyes now hers, she sees what he saw,

knows what he knew, and knew that it was true.



And just then she sees it.

But lo it cannot be!

that hole in his soul...that hindrance for which he must die,

but now, in his eyes, she notices it anew,

and that it is not blue, nor round, nor flat,

but HER, the one with no equal,

the one who rises above the rest.



She lays herself across his bloody chest,

noticing now how warm he is,

how much she will miss his touch,

tho she never knew it,

and sees how bad her problem really was....

how badly she couldn't see;



See, see what she could be.

and what she really meant to him,

and what she still could,

if only she could fill that hole.



But there is one thing left;

one hole that she couldnt guess,

a shadow of the past that rises through the rest,

a wet stain on the ground, and O what she has found,

but No it's too late, he has now met his fate.



But with love unabound,

without picking up a sound,

just a heart,

and then another.



She pounds them into place,

with such a steady pace,

no longer feeling a disgrace,

as she kisses his lifeless face.



Then, filling up that valley,

the one they called "Her",

the one with no equal,

the one who was and, is, perfection

she places their melded hearts,

and with little less than a start,

it starts beating, rapidly,

as if two people were working just that one heart.



Then, little after it began,

the beat became steady again.

Could I have been wrong?

Could I have not been the perfect one?



Then he kisses her....with more love than she's ever known,

and she realizes,

that his heart is beating as her own.