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The problems of life are simple and easy to understand, what complicates them is the inability of those involved to eradicate the emotions which are the source of the problem. Which is why we have the 'Ice Queen', 'The Bitch','The Arsehole','The Prick' that are the pinnacle of this unemotive factor.



She, with her green eyes stares at me

Her mouth is twisted with bitterness

Borne of the fact she cannot have me

I do not want her, nor ever have

For the spell of illusion has worn off

Has come down to a simple fact

Least I need her no, I need no one in fact



He, with his brown eyes looks to me

A mere child in his game, looking to be One

A baby-bat in the realm of others but in age...

It's unmistakable to find an Old amongst Them

But he is wary and rightly so about this cause

She didn't get here without some claws

Some sharp teeth and armed with knowledge

But she is harmless and naive

Never quite fitting in, but no baby-bat in comparison



His blue eyes look to me

I shake my head with a sad melancholy

I am alone again I see it in the sky

In his words and in the carelessness of response

I would scream and be emotive

But I can't blame anyone but myself

For this was coming long before even He knew

He sets me on his knee and bounces

But I do not laugh, my smile was eaten by the Worm



His hazel eyes look at me

I am lost without this one, my friend

I cannot feel him near and feel my world shift

I can't fix the breaks, the tears in the fabric

I don't have enough time to look and know

He touches my shoulder without sensation

Telling me words I cannot hear

Why can't I, hear what you say my friend?

Do you want time apart?



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My melancholy affects me so

I need not cut but I feel like dying

Stopping breathing in a fraction of a second

To stop and end these feelings of lonliness

When I know I am not alone

It is just everyone acting that way



Here, if my eyes closed, would you care?

Would eternity write my name into its skin?

Would songs echo about my tradegy?

No? Then I am proven right....

Meaningless in a world that doesn't know me

In a scene that is unholy unforgiving



So dramatic

So me

So inside of this mind in my melancholy



Why do I have this imbalance?

Why can't it go away?

I don't want it and it's not fair

A Gift?





No...

Curl your fingers over mine

Give me back the edge of time

I've fallen on my knees and weeped

But never seen the likes of you sweeped



I saw your lips over mine

The world said "Nine"

And I was captured by you

And in your arms I knew you true



Given up for you

Your blue crystal eyes stare at me

You don't understand this being free

I'm bound in your guiles, and your wiles

Yet you do not know your lust or the triles



God give me my strength to get through this

I need him again, even now, so alone so much bliss

I am alone but happy, I have the care of him

And this time it's not the fake fleshed SIM

Late in the evening

the ground beneath me is warm

My eyes are closed to that around me

I am left alone

You for all of your impulsiveness

Are repulsive to me

My tastes have changed

You are no longer that idol



My hatred is full

I hate you to death

Everything has no point

And my satsifaction revels it it's inferiority

to your mind and your ability to feel less

My ignorance is bliss where you are concerned



Convert to save face

To say names that don't recall

You know nothing of what you do

But you do it because you are the sheep

You are the one everyone hates

They cannot stand you, your own snobbery

And you believe that they do not like you



You broke the damn mirror

You cannot see your own reflections

And it's bemusing to see you try.

For we see the shattered place

There is no sympathy to you, for you

But you believe you are owed

You have this "right" to sympathy

And in essence, you owe so much more

than you ever give or ever recieve



Essentially I have grown up

And have left you behind

You may get the prize

But I have the knowledge

You cannot see me above you

You dare not to believe it

But you will or I will make you see

I will break your insanities

And I will break your illusions



Smash them into your own face

Break your face for the hell of the timings

Be damned, or be horrific

I will not and cannot stand you ever.



Sleep in the grave darling

Or I will see to it that you do!