Truth or Dare?Truth, oh truth, can you tell me,Do, oh do, oh do you love me?Can you, can you tell me please,Truth, the truth if you please.Poison kills only body;Soul and heart still stand strong.Separate, spread, contaminate my flesh.I could do whatever I wish,I just wish it was with you.I don't trust much to fate,Don't leave any to chance.Can't sit back and just relax,Keep on moving, keep on pushing:I'll never stand aside.Truth, oh truth, can you tell me,Do, oh do, oh do you love me?Can you, can you tell me please,Truth, the truth if you please.Fact or false, I'm standing here.Truth I pick, dare I leave.I wait for you, for only you.For you to ask what you please For me to whisper, breathe reality.
Crimson MistakeDrip, drip, drip
Warm scarlet tearsCover the cold and dread of steel.Supress all screams it never wavers never falls.A blade to cut, a knife to shred
My blood is mine to bleed,I'll bleed it how I wish.None will stop me, yet some still beg.Why does this feeling elude?Motions like a saw threatenTo end all that help me remain,Small, simple movements cut off my thread of life.The Sharper the blade, the less pain I'll feel.Let's move this along.I thought I had no fears.Believed I was invincible I'd be around forever, just to protect.Now my life is ending,I just nurse this infection.Let it grow, let it spread.Allow it to consume.In the mind, of the heart, from the body What does it matter?Pain won't stop what I desire.Death will come despite my cries.As the ice breathes life, I'll remain frozen in time.My memory forgotten.Tears left behind in blood.Crimson memories.
Scar Part IIMy knife cannot distinguishbetween the bloods it's drained.This steel is always cold;Its heart is always torn.This heart remains the same.My marks will never healand my curse will never fade.Choice may be a painful battle But everyone can choose to hidewhat they may feel deep inside.My emotion won't be suppressed,my feelings can't be denied.My horror overflows
My scars just seem to glow
Scar Part II carved her name into my skin.I stabbed and cut, and tore each way.I bled and bled; it wouldn't stop.Never once did I regretthe choice to cut for what I love.Not once can I saythat I'd change the choice I made.Something horrid to bear Something too distinct to hide.Though I feel no pain,and though I realize no mistake,I understand why people may disagreewith my 'mistake'
With my choice to show the way I care.
Expression Is DeadComplete Originality:sought by many and yet by none.Many wish to poses this traitand many wish to be unique.Many seek to be acceptedand many seek a camouflage.Those scared of the unknown shall notwelcome change in their emotion.Intolerance towards unknown,a hatred towards expression.Everyone has faced that thought
everyone has been afraid.Prejudice to new ideas,a block in one's true expression
No one learns how to truly feel;not until it becomes too late.
Broken MaskAccording to the cards of fate,seen as such by the friends I love Judged to be by something foreign,condemned to a life I loathe.Unable to communicate my feelings,powerless to be the one
Told to stand idly by,I've been ordered not to meddlewith something so important.I'm being controlled by the love I hold;Tossed around with such disregard.I put on a mask of joy,a façade to hide the anger,a ploy to confuse the spirits.But it's all just hopeless tact.Everything I say is true,all that I wish to share All because you were there,entirely because I trusted you.Entirely because I've fallen for you.Who cares what my fate is said to be,why should I care about such an empty life?Only if I break the covercan my heart be truly known.
Deep In MindIf death doesn't slow methen be fearful,for my pain is unyielding,and my inferno of hatredmay not be doused so easily.Never in my dismal lifehave I had such frozen fear;abysmal thoughts penetrate this life,and a darkened hazefeeds my doubt and hidden worry.I'm weary now
Invaded by anxieties suppressed so completelyand hidden so deeply
From where will my solution come?
Below The QuestionsWhy?Because you will it so?Is it because I deserve this now?Does this pain make you happy?And can you live with all this guilt?Can you feel a thing?Or do you know emotion?Your guilt should reign eternal,This fate should never last.Pain should be your sacrifice,And hate should be your sin.Morality, though,Has nearly no effect upon you
Life, it seems, just means nothing.Can you describe to meYour belief system?Will you share with meYour idealism?I can't make any senseOf how you act towards me
I can't define your characterTo those who stand before me.Allow me to comprehendWhat goes on inside that head Share with me the detailsOf your internal obligation.I see conflicting views,I feel some fleeting thoughts.Tell me how you feel,Tell me what it means.That's all I beg of you.Just asking why never satisfies;Demanding only answers will never gratifyMy quest to learn about whomYou are underneath this "Why?"
Day 11 - Someone DeceasedDear Great Grandpa,Hey
It's your great grandson. The questions I have for you aren't too much about what I missed out on when I was never able to meet you, but more about what life was like for you. You fought in and survived the Second World War, and I'd like to know if that was frightening or not. What kind of things ran through your mind in a time of war? After the war, what was it like dealing with Cancer? There are so many questions I have, and I'd hate to sound rude.You managed to survive a war one of the most horrid creations of our race and then were taken by a disease. Did you ever give up? Where there times that you just thought your life would be over? Could you tell me what you told yourself in order to get through such a tough time? It might help me a bit whenever I have problems. Despite you dying before my birth, I remember Grandma and Great Grandma telling me stories about how strong you were. Are. Whatever. And whenever I go through a tough time,
Lily FlowerA flower, so brightIn it, lies heavens soft heart.A plain white lilyAfloat on a soft blue pond.Together in harmony.