ThePoisonOfPassion

Everything we do is right, even when it's wrong There's always a lesson to be learned, From being weak to being strong I could stay up all night long To think of all my fears And why I cannot face them, Without a stream of tears Cause life really isn't simple I can only wish it were People everywhere are broken No one's heart is pure And everyone is different No demons are the same Each weight that we all carry To each person holds a different name And although we do not hold the cards We always play the game We may not be the winners But in the end it's all the same

I'm tired of promises Cause they never are true I sware I sware Yeah that's bullshit too As soon as you promise not to break my heart I know that its gonna all fall apart Because a promise means everything It means more than the world Until it is broken Then it's nothing but words When you break a promise It turns to a lie So for every promise you break There's another tear I will cry It's like being backstabbed Then turning the knife Except I can't even put up a fight So stop with the promises Stop with the lies Unless you can keep it You'll just make me cry

I've been staring out windows And screaming at walls Somehow these people just don't care at all My life it's a time bomb about to explode Don't know how but I'm gonna stay strong The teardrops form rivers as they run down my face Somedays we all feel like we've been replaced But the days will grow shorter And the nights will feel lighter I guess you could call me a 15 year old fighter And I will pull through Cause I don't have a choice But sometimes I feel like all I have left Is my voice

My mind is scarred with anger A past within my chains Nothing to remember A white wall paints my name It plays along my life With a never ending reel Careful of explosion An endless kind of feel The pictures of existence Running through my veins Everything that haunted Of times I was ashamed The piercing of a knife The sound bursting from my lips All a sad world falling Into a deadly sorts eclipse

Her name was written on a golden plate Colliding with the floor On a midsummers night A fate that is senseless But filled with a reason Could never compare To the shades of a dream A washboard for humans Will abduct all who love But the being who makes it Will never neglect An Ouija board set in front of a girl Someone who swore it was never to do Filled with a passion A love that reached far Her soul was in tears But she remained bold

One less life One less pair of eyes A world with a loss Far greater than you know Slipping slowly away Drifting slowly apart From a life you once loved So lost So alone So scared Though it never showed The eyes that pierced you The words that cut you Every person pushing Pushing you a step Until you reached the end Where Satan's lair bides Inside your end would start But don't go Please don't go It's not your time Can't you see that you are loved By me By others By God Your mind is a work of art A faithful man With the truest heart that I have ever seen A worth to which no one could compare You belong here Not i

Yeah well tell me When is it my turn When do I fly? I always fall  Halfway through flight When will I get there Just let me try My anger is rising My tears are stained Stained with rejection Loss Pain Because no one will notice No one will care  If maybe one day I dissapear.

Tears as dark as shrieks A heart bruised till its black  These things that live within me From my soul they will subtract All my happy memories Until they're gone away A lie filled masterpiece In their place will stay  And I guess that I could tell you What it really was That shattered me to pieces What was the final blow So I guess I will say  If you really want to know All I wanted was acceptance Instead the daggers stabbed my soul

A single drop of ocean came forth from your left eye It lingered for a moment on your heart-shaped lips And finally joined its companions On the glossy tiled bathroom floor Your rested your head against the robin's egg wall Sweating, yet numb with cold Black-coated fingernails pushed back your hair The demons in your soul threatening to rise again You stood and crossed the room To lie down in the porclein bathtub Wispy chains of india ink clouded your eyes As the glass walls smothered your only wish Colors painted themselves on the back of your eyelids Pink, a color that hadn't risen in your cheeks since early October Good thing

A lush breeze upon my face Sea salt air A candy taste Slide myself down in the sand Lie my head down on the land Colors dance across the sky Eyelids glide down tired eyes As my dreams begin to fly

Prologue    The Author rode into Plumsbury. It was clearly a protagonist village--it had tiny huts with gardens, surrounded by a beautiful, lush, green meadow with a clear lake sparkling beside it. The town came straight out of a book, and was the picture for unextraordinary, monotonous life--the best kind of town for giving kids a sense of adventure, a sense of needing to break free of it all. Excitement did not exist in that green prison. Monotony grew as well as the flowers. A mere cloud in the sky could send the town into a panic, because the sky was always clear, and if it wasn't, then something was terribly wrong. The town had never k