Dark-Half
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Not everybody's going to like it. Yes I did write it. Alot of it is parts of my mind, dreams and all sorts of fruity things. Please don't even think about ripping it off. It's what makes people not want to share their art or writings. I'm open to only honest criticism. If you're gonna give me a bullet, don't even bother to sugar coat it. I like eating lead straight, just how i eat my cereal.
Anyways, cheers.
Misanthropic medley. Such a charming symphony.
Glassy eyes hardend with a violent flame.
I want off this ride.
It's driving me insane.
Hollow.
Heartbeats reverbrate off the walls, or is it from within?
Sounds a little mechanical to me now.
A fit of indifference while you watch the world burn.
Cristined upon the head with a paper crown.
All things of grace go falling down.
Pillars of flames, houses burning from a far.
Metal turned to rust. Ashes, ashes, greed and lust.
Play with matches, matches burning paper to dust.
Alleyways filled with broken glass.
Drones that are lacking class.
A black petrified rose coated in cyanide.
Beautiful to look at but dangerous to touch.
Warped buildings twisted by madness.
They lean and sway. Toon town gone awary.
Empty and void. To match my expression.
I wonder what color my heart shines now.
Tarnished copper with a glint of steel.
I have a dungeon. I have a dungeon.
Who's in it I wonder?
A noise echoing off the walls.
Chilling screams to be heard within.
Demons of my mind.
Inside they reside.
A place to call home where you're never alone.
All things that go bump in the night.
Right here, come inside.
Let me show you everything that's not right with the world tonight.
Apartment complex.
Door one-eight-three.
Little black dress hanging in the closet down the hall.
Crimson liquid slowly seeping across the floor out of the bathroom door.
Ditched prom date with a quick system query to fix.
Command line slash wrist.
Do you remember... Such a time when we were all free?
August. Fire stirring a warm breeze.
Carosel music drowned out by the gears of society grinding at your soul.
Oh "once upon a time..."
Take set to the horizon and look unto me.
The street lights are humming a melody of such a tragedy.
Everyone is too blind to see. So I remind them, ever so painfully.
Plastic faces. Strings attached to bodies.
Makeshift emotions, forgetful places.
Chains that bind. Things that crawl.
Darkness invert and wax walls.
When I go to sleep. I'll go directly from my bed, straight back into my head.
A fight for the right to live with a demon cat that won't die. A neck snapped and tattered fur.
Fangs dug into my hand and claws at my hip. Flesh that rips but doesn't feel.
Gunshot wounds litter my body, but I'm not giving nobody any slack.
I refuse to give in. I refuse to die.
You can't even drown me if you try.
I once drove off a bridge and crashed into a river in an upside down truck.
The tides of water and ever-changing scenery.
I never gave up.
The emergency room.
A bathroom stall. 10 feet up to the ceiling. 3 feet by 3 across.
How does it all fit in here Sally? I'm at a complete loss.
Self-induced claustrophobic confusion.
I got my trenchcoat on and I'm covered in mashed potatos and apple sauce.
Or is it something else? I can't quite tell anymore.
Symmetrical worlds.
Ah, but the truth is only seen on the inside.
I had a dream within a dream. A vision that ended the universe.
There she stood, all pretty in red. She looks at me with a smile and gun to my head.
Oh fuck now I have a stiletto in my chest. I'm not the type to jest.
I'm sorry I bled on your dress.
"Don't worry darling cutie-pie it's the color of your blood."
Oh, I'm fine. Infact I'm having such a lovely time.
Slices of heaven. Divided by eight.
Leave the light on. The wife isn't home.
Quarter a million dollar car that you drive around in rome.
Surrounded by beautiful ladies and matchstick men.
Friction in your pants, living in sin. Eh, what could go wrong?
At the end of the day, you'll see me again. I'm here to remind you, kindly as a knife to the gut.
Why such superfical things will never heal the cut.
A wound so deep, your soul will no longer be yours to keep
You've seen the world painted as hell, now let me show you the paradise.
Beneath all the bad blood and ghosts.
Hate and grime. The cynical mind.
Theres a little pinhole in the alley that gave off a blinding light.
Caught in the edge of your eye reflected times inifinite.
Behind the iron walls and invisible barricades.
Not a yellow brick road, but a state of mind.
A little place called hope, away from the taint of the world.
Where the land meets the eye of the sea.
A small shack on the shore that catches the last light of the evening sun.
Sounds of serenity that could calm even the most fierce anger.
I fall to my knees. Mask of clay. Abrade away.
Tempered by the red suns glare. Crack under the weight of pursing lips that form a grin.
A walk into the waves staring down the horizon. An abundance of emptyness washes over me as I realize...
The last piece to a puzzle. I try to see her face in the dying sun.
Alas, the future is far too blinding. As the sun sinks into the sea the stars come out to keep me company.
Out there, somewhere... Hey. It looks like rain again.
Anyways, cheers.
Misanthropic medley. Such a charming symphony.
Glassy eyes hardend with a violent flame.
I want off this ride.
It's driving me insane.
Hollow.
Heartbeats reverbrate off the walls, or is it from within?
Sounds a little mechanical to me now.
A fit of indifference while you watch the world burn.
Cristined upon the head with a paper crown.
All things of grace go falling down.
Pillars of flames, houses burning from a far.
Metal turned to rust. Ashes, ashes, greed and lust.
Play with matches, matches burning paper to dust.
Alleyways filled with broken glass.
Drones that are lacking class.
A black petrified rose coated in cyanide.
Beautiful to look at but dangerous to touch.
Warped buildings twisted by madness.
They lean and sway. Toon town gone awary.
Empty and void. To match my expression.
I wonder what color my heart shines now.
Tarnished copper with a glint of steel.
I have a dungeon. I have a dungeon.
Who's in it I wonder?
A noise echoing off the walls.
Chilling screams to be heard within.
Demons of my mind.
Inside they reside.
A place to call home where you're never alone.
All things that go bump in the night.
Right here, come inside.
Let me show you everything that's not right with the world tonight.
Apartment complex.
Door one-eight-three.
Little black dress hanging in the closet down the hall.
Crimson liquid slowly seeping across the floor out of the bathroom door.
Ditched prom date with a quick system query to fix.
Command line slash wrist.
Do you remember... Such a time when we were all free?
August. Fire stirring a warm breeze.
Carosel music drowned out by the gears of society grinding at your soul.
Oh "once upon a time..."
Take set to the horizon and look unto me.
The street lights are humming a melody of such a tragedy.
Everyone is too blind to see. So I remind them, ever so painfully.
Plastic faces. Strings attached to bodies.
Makeshift emotions, forgetful places.
Chains that bind. Things that crawl.
Darkness invert and wax walls.
When I go to sleep. I'll go directly from my bed, straight back into my head.
A fight for the right to live with a demon cat that won't die. A neck snapped and tattered fur.
Fangs dug into my hand and claws at my hip. Flesh that rips but doesn't feel.
Gunshot wounds litter my body, but I'm not giving nobody any slack.
I refuse to give in. I refuse to die.
You can't even drown me if you try.
I once drove off a bridge and crashed into a river in an upside down truck.
The tides of water and ever-changing scenery.
I never gave up.
The emergency room.
A bathroom stall. 10 feet up to the ceiling. 3 feet by 3 across.
How does it all fit in here Sally? I'm at a complete loss.
Self-induced claustrophobic confusion.
I got my trenchcoat on and I'm covered in mashed potatos and apple sauce.
Or is it something else? I can't quite tell anymore.
Symmetrical worlds.
Ah, but the truth is only seen on the inside.
I had a dream within a dream. A vision that ended the universe.
There she stood, all pretty in red. She looks at me with a smile and gun to my head.
Oh fuck now I have a stiletto in my chest. I'm not the type to jest.
I'm sorry I bled on your dress.
"Don't worry darling cutie-pie it's the color of your blood."
Oh, I'm fine. Infact I'm having such a lovely time.
Slices of heaven. Divided by eight.
Leave the light on. The wife isn't home.
Quarter a million dollar car that you drive around in rome.
Surrounded by beautiful ladies and matchstick men.
Friction in your pants, living in sin. Eh, what could go wrong?
At the end of the day, you'll see me again. I'm here to remind you, kindly as a knife to the gut.
Why such superfical things will never heal the cut.
A wound so deep, your soul will no longer be yours to keep
You've seen the world painted as hell, now let me show you the paradise.
Beneath all the bad blood and ghosts.
Hate and grime. The cynical mind.
Theres a little pinhole in the alley that gave off a blinding light.
Caught in the edge of your eye reflected times inifinite.
Behind the iron walls and invisible barricades.
Not a yellow brick road, but a state of mind.
A little place called hope, away from the taint of the world.
Where the land meets the eye of the sea.
A small shack on the shore that catches the last light of the evening sun.
Sounds of serenity that could calm even the most fierce anger.
I fall to my knees. Mask of clay. Abrade away.
Tempered by the red suns glare. Crack under the weight of pursing lips that form a grin.
A walk into the waves staring down the horizon. An abundance of emptyness washes over me as I realize...
The last piece to a puzzle. I try to see her face in the dying sun.
Alas, the future is far too blinding. As the sun sinks into the sea the stars come out to keep me company.
Out there, somewhere... Hey. It looks like rain again.
