So watch my chest heave as this last breath leaves me
I am trying to be what you're dying to see
Feel like, f*** man, can't take this anymore, this heart break
This is life that's so thankless, how could he just forsake us?
Racist he makes us, Hate us,
He gave us, nothing but no trust and I am so f***ed up
So let this gun bound us, let's hide by this lust
And once are just dust, he'll know that he loved us!

Let it all burn, I will burn first
God I've tried, am I lost in your eyes?
Just let me burn, it's what I deserve
God I've lied, am I lost in your eyes?

So take me and make me, weakened and save me
This...

No use in going back
No use in going foward
No use in doing anything.

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Missing the world as it spins by
Time flying past as if I don't exist
Truths turning to lies
Love disintegrating into a mad mourning
Something believed to be real drawn back and lied down
Funeral bells ring for the deaths of truths
Show me the lies
Show me so I can go back to sleep..
Show me so I can finish this mourning and disappear forever....

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My dearest friend
please

Leave me be
tonight

Where I can
go

Leave this place
forever

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What am I to you?

Am I hurt?
Am I...

It was daylight when you woke up in Your ditch. You looked up at Your sky. That, that made Blue be your color. You had your knife there with you, too. When you stood up, there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on Your grass. So now your color was Green. Oh, Lord, why did everything have to keep changing like this? You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of Your ditch onto Your gravel road. You began to walk, waiting for...

As if his prayers were answered, Dmitry had yet again awoken from another black out, but this time outside the manor's gates. He glanced up at the large V imprinted on the iron gates. The house beyond it looked pleasant, cheery even. It just represented himself. Without another look back, Dmitry ran off from the place he stood, running away from the monsters, away from what he called home..
    The nearest town welcomed him. It saw him as an usual visitor. He was usually left alone, found in any pub there was. Dmitry was now sitting at the darker end of the bar, drinking...

    Happiness is only a camouflage for what resembles insanity...madness.. His reasoning was good. It was true and anyone else who would take the time to ask, to understand, would do the same. Faking something is better than to show what feelings are true.. for those truthful feelings may just harm those close, those around...

    Dmitry sat there... in total darkness... Something he once feared he now embraces. He sat there at a small dark wooden desk with a knife, carving things into it. The carvings were pictures, pictures that represented his feelings....

The room was pitch blackness. A boy sat in the utmost darkest corner, even though it seemed not to be. He sat there in silence, afraid of his own voice to awake the monsters of his life. Everywhere voices could be heard, calling him, crying, screaming in the eternal black. The boy just sat there, shaking slightly. He felt lonely.. depressed and saddened. What has his world come to? Lightning struck, the flash revealing a bloody scene in the room. A woman and a man where lying on the floor, blood was smeared all over the floor. The boy stared at what used to be his parents. Why had he done it?...