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Endless Eternity
Copyright 2002
 
standing in the middle
of a feild at night
waiting for my friend
so we can take off in flight
 
waiting for endless eternity
for him to find me there
waiting for endless eternity
for him to find my lair
 
i sit in the feild
and pick a daisy
i think of my dreams
the vision now hazy
 
waiting for endless eternity
to remember my old dream
waiting for endless eternity
to remember the open seam
 
i make a wish
as i look at a star
i wish he was looking
at this star from afar
 
waiting for endless eternity
for a sign that hes still with me
waiting for endless eternity
waiting waiting to be....

The Heartless Killer
Copyright 1999
 
He kills without feeling, he kills without thought.
He kills without reason, he kills without heart.
 
On the floor lies a bloody knife,
Having claimed another life.
 
It's job is done, it brings the tears.
Hopes lost and dreams seared.
 
Blood is smeared all over the wall.
Spirits of the dead are down the hall.
 
A poor little girl, no more than two,
He killed her, than he flew.
 
To escape, to run away.
For through all this, he's still ashamed.
 
Out of sight, where no one can see,
He cries, too, like you and me.
 
He does have feelings, he does have thoughts.
But not a reason to have a heart.

Nothing
Copyright 2002
 
Nothing is all that I have and know
Nothing is all that I can show
Nothing is how I always feel
Nothing, because I know that I can't deal
Nothing is the face that I show to all
Nothing is the word that my mind always calls
Nothing is how I survive all day
Nothing is the only way
Nothing is every single thing
Nothing is how I spread my wings
NOTHING IS THE BEING OF EXISTENCE SUCCUMB INTO IT

All The Time
Copyright 2002
 
All the time, I'm so alone
When you're supposed to be my friend
All the time, you're never there
When you're supposed to be 'till the very end
 
All the time, you lie to me
When you're supposed to be true
All the time, I think of death from a knife
When helping is what you should do
 
All the time, I'm dieing slowly
And all you do is lie
All the time, I can't be alone
And you just wonder why
 
All the time, I'm stained with blood
But my mother's never there
All the time, I need help
But my friends just don't care
 
All the time, I must admit
I never trusted you
All the time, I'll tell you now
I would've backstabbed too...

Suicide
copyright 2002
 
The last straw comes.
You walk into a place where you can be alone.
Pick up a razor, aknife, pills...
You start your work.
You expect that, just when you're all set up, you'll chicken out.
Put on the proverbial band-aid and walk back into life.
If you've got cuts, people will ask. And you'll tell them everything...except the plan.
 
But, then, you realize you ARE brave enough to pull that last step.
The Beautiful Suicide.
The tears of pain turn to tears of joy.
Finally, you'll be at peace. No more worries or problems.
It's the best emotion a human can feel. The ecstacy. You realize that, soon, the pain will be over and peace will come.
 
But, then, a knock on the door. You have just enough time to put away your weapon before someone walks in.
They ask questions you can't hear, but somehow you manage to respond.
No! Your Beautiful Suicide! You babble in your head, non-stop. Oh, the deppression, the sorrow, the outright Hatred of the person who stopped your Beautiful Suicide.
All of your problems seem trivial compared to this New Feeling. The pain. You can't move with the pain.
The worst feeling a human will ever have...
 
...With their failed Beautiful Suicide.