We are but children in our own minds ( Read more... )

Smother
Smother
Smother me whole.
Mother
Dear mother
says do what you're told. ((x2 ( Read more... )

We are the forever rotting watchers. Hung upon crosses of ice and our souls set aflame. You do not see us as you walk down our paths, but we see...and know you. The ignorant, the futally uncaring; and our moans of anguish turn to daggers of hate as silence overcomes the night.

This day is a paradox ( Read more... )

When the game becomes reality,
The walls shall breaketh asunder.

The assault, crashing,
Like waves upon the shore.

Grinding, eroding; slowly,
Ticking away our confinement,
Within mortalities halls.

We put on the faces that we are given in life. Yet I was given none. Invisible it would seem to even those who would control me. And so I took on the mask called Mirror, tho you think it to be glass. And behind this wall of smiles and sorrow, there is still a doll, her own eyes the puppeteer, her own hands the arrow, and her own mind the target.

Broken doth we stand, forever keeping watch as the days pass us by. For we are the Guardians, and this is the gate. I warn you stranger to tresspass not upon this hallowed land, lest you wisheth your soul to be bleaker than mine own.

These hands used to heal that which they held, now they rot beneath such weight ( Read more... )

Don't tell me you love me,
Don't tell me you understand,
Don't tell me you see no blood on my hands.

Don't tell me you need me
Don't tell me you care
Don't tell me your heart is caught in my snare.

Don't tell me you'll be there
Don't tell me to smile
Because in the end you'll forget i'm worthwhile.

I am the one you know to fear ( Read more... )