|Sometimes our greatest fears make the best pictures.|
sometimessometimes a tree branch can fall and block your pathsometimes by ydnar-zeugirdor
but tears do the same
and cars are meant to crash
today is just a day
and lust is just a phase
but an inactive love is lifes only shame
what i'm left withscreaming from the inside of my beingwhat i'm left with by sun-kisses
my soul has stop guiding my thinking
my heart has stop its eternal beating
my eyes have stoped its repeted blinking
my body is numb from crying
and my eyes are still bleeding, burning
wont someone try listening?
to me, to my pain, to my suffering?
why did the clouds cover up my light?
i want to feel the sun with all my might
i'd do anything, even fight
but all i can do is write...
write my hurt into the words that are right
write my words in big letters, so bright
so everyone can see it, even in the night
eventhough they've seen my face so white
they know i haven't been alright
they know i've given up the fight
they know i've seen no sunlight
and yet they do nothing but bite
bite at me, always eating, feeding
eating my whole vulnerable being
so they can feel better in the evening
in the evening of their lives, always laughing
now i'm the only one left crying, hurting
after i've tried and succeded in helping
is this the price i have to pay for livin
Funhouse PrisonI lay in my black prison,Funhouse Prison by whacky13
Bloody fists pounding,
The mental walls in anguish.
I watch as the world passes.
An outstider looking in.
Helpless as my mind,
Takes me on a terrifying journey,
The twists and turns,
Blur the lines,
Fantasy plays out to become...
Here I am in my,
The fun house.
Distorted images of myself.
Bloodshot eyes stare,
The hands of my past grope.
Who am I?
ArachnidTruly marvelous it is,Arachnid by EvilKittenProduction
to view the world
from the self-constructed reality
where your sanity
is in the driver's seat -
but you're completely insane -
with no reality
in your surreal world.
'Cause there's a spider
in your head.
Arachnophobia's got you.
Eating away at your brain,
feeding your mind.
Insanity at its best.
A Queen tormented
in her own kingdom.
Creating your own demons,
shutting out all angels.
In the fortified walls,
horrible mental barriers,
stuck in your castle
filled with nightmares.
As the horrid spider
in your head
fueling your phobia.
Creepy crawling in your mind,
feeding your mind
and stealing your sanity.
While you live your reality
in the painted confines
of your locked away mind,
your body lives in reality
surrounded by padded walls
that remain unmoving.
Mocking you and comforting you
as you curl in a ball
against its walls.
Hoping you'll soon again be sedated
and return to your world
oblivious to reality.
And that silly spider
in my mind