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Resurrection

Cracked mirrors,
I stood alone in this blood soaked hell I created
I build this forsaken structure with my own two soiled hands 
Hid my tears behind my back 
My only escape was emptying a bottle,
Turning it into broken glass
They made a monster out of me 
A monster only you seem to want to fix
How do we do this?
I was a paper smeared with my own tears and ink 
I was a story to be forever left untold 
I buried myself in my own grave
You resurrected an empty girl
Brought me back from the dead and saved me 
Breath into me all that you are 
So I may know you are real 
The pain disappears along with my burning scars
You brought me back as I was fading 
You were everything I craved 
My only wish is that you might one day feel the same 
In my head, I whisper your name 
You said you cared and I believe you 
Now prove to me that together we can heal 
And be set free of the pain we have lived through

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Never Converse With Chaos

Find peace, 6 feet under 
Harsh wind tears the skin off of her soiled fingers
She's set fire to every bridge she built 
And inhales the smoke that lingers 
She's stroked Dawn's crimson ringlets 
And grasped her blood soaked hands 
As she made love to regret 
And turned shame into a dance 

She crawled on her hands and knees like a wounded slave 
And whispers that this is how she was taught to pray 
Then begs him, "Please, don't think any less of me, because you are all that matters to me now."
He pleads, "God, please set her free,"
She's writhing in circles on the floor 
Screaming in hatred of an unknown origin 
"She's speaking in tongues again.."

He found her digging up the flower bed 
Talking to an invisible stranger about white roses 
And how they've been planted beneath her fingernails 
"They're so pretty, but the thorns grow from beneath my skin,
And it hurts me.."
She claims she can't feel the pain anymore, though 
So it's alright, the scent of fallen petals helps her sleep at night 
She swears, "I'll be fine,"

She falls on the steps of Constantinople 
Running from a crying child
Despite the dirt and decay on her hands, he helps her to her feet 
He says, "Come walk with me."
She remembers the last time she stained his robes 
He punished her by feeding her every lie she ever told 
She follows him anyway, she'll believe anything he'll say 
Wrapped in his rain, she feels safe from harm 
So he is burned by the stars and she is leaving bloody footprints in the sand
As they walk beneath the picture perfect galaxy, arm in arm 

She vows,"That whole scene was just a dream."
There could never be a demon disguised as a priest 
But she knows they think she has lost her grip on cruel reality 
In time, I should tell you, this girl dwells inside of me 
She and I, we still collide
She's like the catastrophic queen in my mind
We pray the memories will fade with time 
But not even the most anesthetic soul forgets that kind of obsession 
This story is one I call "The Possession"

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My Redemption

This lonely forsaken creature is worshiped in the labyrinth of my heart
He sits on his cheap framed throne with his faceless glare, playing God 
He is the masochist inside of the mirror
He made me rip out my own eyes, so I could see clearer
I have died a thousand times
It made me numb to fear

Possessive fingers of quicksilver strain 
Stroke my nerves in my sleep
I no longer awaken feeling relentless pain 
I swear I will paint the walls with this mortality if I must watch one more of them burn
If your only wish is crucifixion 
All I can say is wait your turn

The nails are ripping into the skin again 
I tear myself down from my execution 
Bleeding feet, be my traveling companions 
My only existing sin is faking a smile
If they wont let me in the gates, then I would rather live in exile 

Hallowed be thy name 
Meaningless torture be thy shame 
Paranoid sanctuary 
Bear the weight of the hollow world
Swallow all that you cannot carry 

I feel the excruciation within 
You finish yourself and inhale unearthly sin 
Are you all really just slaves to yourselves?

Lonely forsaken creature..
Faceless glare..playing God..
Masochist in the mirror..
Rip out my eyes..die a thousand times..
I've become numb to fear

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Dead Eyes

My love for you is a tasteless agony
A single shroud thrown over the rest of me 
As I tip toe the path of masochism it only brings me closer to you
Because I don't believe that the bottle would bring the pleasure of damage that it used to 

Your eyes are cement and storm clouds 
And you yourself are fresh black ink smeared on the paper with tears and rain 
I am unable to see through you 
It is nearly impossible to read you 
You do not allow me to see your pain 
Constant restraint 

I am the frigid mist that surrounds you at night 
The solemn phantom that watches you while you sleep 
The cold hand tracing your jawline and stealing the occasional empty, atmospheric kiss
The tense air on your lips 
When you sometimes awake
I disintegrate before you can catch a glimpse of my face 

Yet once, I believe, you were too quick for me 
Finally you could see
The lone white essence watching over you 
Realization spreads across your face 
And as I fade away,
You smile apologetically 
Before you fall back into your dreams

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Attention Grabber

HELLO
Am I too screwed for your taste?
Too twisted for your views 
I see over a hundred of you
With blank stares and nothing to say
Is it because I question God? 
Is it because I am what you are not? What you will never be?
Someone with a face and a personality
Hey, beautiful people! 
Cant you see me?
Are you even awake?
No I suppose not, because to be awake is to be real 
And to be real is a dark pain
Which most of us do not know how to handle..

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Fractured America

Nothing but a fractured skeleton 
Remains of what we once called freedom 
That eagle is too dead to fly any higher
We tried to make good of this jester's plan
Now that concept has gone expired

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Your Key Judgement

I hang my head
As freezing cold insults are projected onto skin worn out by scars
How could you have ever thought you want me?
I'm locked in my own body 
Like my joints are only accessible by skeleton key 
Arms over my face liked a shield
Who could smile in this kind of cage?
I didn't even feel like I was in my own skin
It's slip stitched
Doubled with iron thread 
No one is getting in
I love you
But you don't love me
You're getting too close and I think it's time for you to leave

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Let's Try

Can we please put down the gun? And try to see past our noses?
We could try to live as one
It's difficult to listen rather than speak and I know this
But I also know as human beings 
Every time we look over our shoulder,
We're all looking for the same thing

We were supposed to be created in the image of perfection but we're flawed
And every day feels like an infection, but that's the law 
Of human nature
But here's a secret:
It's only as bad as you make it 

The tears are draining down your face, and you think that you are mostly dead
I know
I'm lying in the same bed
Right now

Life, so full of things you think you're drowning
There is sin and there is angels 
There's abuse and there is anger that rots inside
But underneath it all there is a layer that has been broken 
Right now it looks like it's the last straw,
But I promise it's a blessing it disguise 
And sometimes..I feel I should have just said good bye 

You're not the only one
Who has stood outside in the dead of night and screamed at the rain
Expecting an answer

But only we can answer those questions

Where is God when we look in the mirror? 
And what have we done to deserve the coffin full of lies and pain and shame that this life has shoved in the small spaces beneath our beds?
"Why can't I sleep?
What is wrong with me?
Why can't I stop dreaming of that which I need to let go?"

No bible holds any of those answers
No church or faith can restrain the human soul 
We are such complex creatures 
And we are the only ones who can give ourselves second chances
So let's try

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Fire

I present myself in false lighting
Though my sanity 
Occasionally gets the better of me 
I find the stars and your smile my only salvation 
That and the rain 
The only things I know will never change 
And never fail to wash away the pain 
Only one can assume the power of a name 
Sometimes I wish I had the willpower to change 
I have wings yet they are broken
I have so many words that remain unspoken 
Sometimes I think there is so much to see
And understand that there is so little left to believe 
Love me or hate me 
I only respect the ones who appreciate me 
For what I have done and where I have been 
Every **** up and every sin 
The world is over populated with hate and liars 
But my only interest 
Is in the ones who possess the courage 
To play with me..in the ashes and fire

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Solus, My Shadow Friends

He of the Flame withholds his blade
Liquid gold disks drip down from the tip
In total there was six
The earth was pregnant with a brand new soul
Two of the disks the mother stole 
And gave them to her new child as eyes
He carried them with him through each life
He shines radiant beneath the light
A beauty in the shadows 
Like a painting
Fades into the night
Forever known 
Solus