Cloud full of poison
Gentle rain burns my skin.
Memories of you,
Permanently marked for all to see.
My damaged fragile body.
The canvas you used
To show your pain.
Gashes formed from scarlet openings.
Incisions gave a river that helped
Rest your mind.
Destroying mine.
White scars left from blazing blades
Forced upon my brittle skin.
Burning my visage to give you
More confidence in your own.
Rewrite your past
It's merely memory,
A distant image in an empty cacophony of sound.
Make it fit
Reflect your present.
Take the steps you should have trod.
Forget your past
It's now insignificant.
An ancient occupation long since discussed.
Nothing you need
Nothing you're proud of.
Nothing. Now erased.
So rewrite, renew, redress.
And give yourself
The past you should have lived.
Why do you do this to me?
Forcing the diamonds from my eyes,
Massacring the heart I gave you.
Never good enough, however hard I try.
Why do you leave me alone like this?
With no one to stop me from scaring.
Sitting alone in a world full of fears
Left to myself, diamond mining.
Then you whisper that you love me
As I slip beyond your reach.
I'm in love.
Completely engulfed in feeling.
In this raw expressed feeling
With its brutal honesty.
Savagely primitive
I feel it.
Rushing through my veins.
Closing doors
And magnifying my senses.
My chemical romance
I need you.
I can't live
With it anymore.
It makes me sick.
Letting me fall
After raising me above.
I feel it
Rushing through my veins.
Opening doors
Heightening my fears.
My chemical romance
I can't live without.
Promises promises
Every day you sound the same.
Always telling me what I want to hear.
Tell me simply
What you believ.
It’s all I care about.
Your promises are empty,
Not enough to make me smile.
The more I care
The less they mean.
I need to know the truth.
Stop entertaining me for present contentment
Promise what you mean
Stop leading me on.
I’m trusting you now
You have control over me,
Don’t hurt me again
If you must then continue,
Promise what you promise
But mean what you say.
Carry out your deceitful deeds
If truth be pain, I’d rather die today.
Dancing to parade
What I am and what I have.
Lost in the scene,
My nightly exhibition.
Slender frames moving faster,
My blank face sombre with the thrill.
Lost in the routine,
My nightly cliché.
I’ve been here before,
Deaf on the dance floor.
Detached from the world
In this absence of sound.
Hanging beautifully distorted;
The lights are my lodestars,
Slipping from reach.
Dance with me.
Before this world stops completely
Before this atrophy takes over.
And I’m left on my dance floor
Deaf to meaning my life had.
Dancing to pretend
What I was is what I am.
Lost in this pretence,
My nightly charade.
Amongst slender corpses moving faster
Hanging beautifully distorted from our lodestars above.
Once the bell tolls we bow our heads,
Routine rather than praise.
To a God we’ve long forgotten
As we toil through modern days.
Once the destitute come knocking
We give money as we ought.
Though when we pass them in the street
Walk on without a thought.
What of any reprimand?
For our lives so unfulfilled,
Our worship of convenience
Meant to be his living will.
Tomorrow will be judgement day.
Our stars are about to fall.
Once fates are sealed and moral catechisms completed
Our actions betray us all.