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Thin Bond

Bound by such thin connections, simple and pure it is. Never meaning to offend, but never the less I failed. So I walk away once again simply to walk into another trap set by you.
Now I see it coming but I still naively walk, I still hold on to the hope that you'll return to the person I once knew.
Again and again my hopes crushed but again and again I forgive and forget yet again and again you hold me to everything I screw up, you hold me to everything and I'm left in the dark.
I try to say goodbye I try to get past the lies but you again and again pull me in. When will it stop? When will I know who the liar and the fool are?
I think the answer is, I know the answer is, I feel the answer is never again will I know never again will I be the same.
Eternally confused, eternally abused by people of your kind. So I turn my back on everything I knew, I thank you for opening my eyes.
Liar deciever ask not what I did to you but ask what you did to me if you care that is.
Liar deciever I transformed liar deciever good by to you

Disturbing
(I wrote this a few years ago)

Convulsing, foaming, bleeding, and entering the point between life & death.

Spinning, cringing, pulling & grabbing losing control of all senses. This lucky man is entering the world of insanity & I’m right there with him.

Talking, walking only with my friends who are dead. Living, existing only with those who matter they’re dead.

I’m laughing fighting wanting to be who I am with those who matter who are the damned. I don’t know where I am but it doesn’t matter I know who I want to be I want to be with those who matter those lucky souls entering insanity again.

Talking, waking only with my friends who are dead. Living, existing only with those who matter they’re dead.

I see her walking down the halls. I see her walking almost floating. She’s kind of scary. I see her & hear her crying out in mourning. I see her & hear her I even feel her screaming calling out to me. I feel the blood rushing out of the cuts she causes. I know I’m entering the world of insanity.

Talking, walking only with my friends who are dead. Living, existing only with those who matter they’re dead.

Living existing only with those who are dead.