Earthquake

It's not easy to say all the words in your mind.

~Take the leap.~ 

I can feel it, like an earthquake. 

It's so unpredictable and new. 

But I'm afraid I'll break,

If you know I feel it too. 

I can hear it like thunder in my mind. 

It's so pronounced and loud. 

But it's so hard to find

Just when to open my mouth. 

I've been holding back my tongue. 

I think it's time to tell. 

But then I grow numb.

Do you still feel it as well?

I've been so close to spilling,

Like a broken bottle to the floor. 

Every time I think I'm willing,

I bite my tongue some more. 

Is there a subtle way

To divulge my proclamation?

What would you say?

I think it'd help the conversation. 

But don't I already know? 

I've seen it between the lines. 

And I think you already know. 

All that's left is to speak my mind. 

I can feel it like pouring rain,

Washing all my troubles clean. 

But I am still afraid

For after I decide to take the leap. 

I can feel it like an earthquake.

It's so beautiful and new. 

You've had a long wait. 

Now, you need to hear it too.

Moral Codes

Blood is thicker than water.

~Don't get in between.~ 

They're pictures of perfection, precisely poised.  

They're sweet, but there's great power in their ploys. 

Ball gowns glisten and green eyes tantalize.

If double crossed, awakened is their dark side. 

They can see right through your big brown eyes. 

Your words don't match what's in your mind. 

You're seething pretty phrases through pearly teeth.

They'll nod for now but know exactly what you mean. 

They're one step ahead in the maze you create. 

While you think they're the ones taking all the bait,

They're setting down carefully their own plans in place.

You don't know they're really in control of the game. 

They're strategic, pretending to play fair and nice. 

They follow your move, playing into what you like. 

They'll take notes of strength and weakness,

Carefully keeping track all of your secrets. 

When the time comes they'll spill them like a storm

When the time comes, remember you've been warned.

If you try to get in between them, hell will break loose.

All it will do is tighten your noose.

You can take a shot, but just remember they're each a pistol. 

You can take your aim, but you're already in the middle. 

Before you continue, there is one more thing you must know.

They live by these simple moral codes:

Vengeance, glamour, poise, beauty.
Poison, destruction, chaos, cruelty.

Vengeance, glamour, poise, beauty.
Poison, destruction, chaos, cruelty.

Vengeance, glamour, poise, beauty.
Poison, destruction, chaos, cruelty.

Messages

Actions are often louder messages than those that are spoken.

~ Don't Speak.~

I've been thinking about you a lot, but all I've seen of you are words,

Written for my eyes to analyze.

More and more I grow founder, until finally your voice is heard. 

There's a sweeter accent to it. 

This is different than what I'm used to and my past begins to blur. 

It's unseasonably warm out, it matches my change of fate,

A harsh winter finally blossoming. 

As I walk towards the picture come to life, I begin to shake. 

The colors begin to form reality. 

Now we're eye to eye, already a smile painted on your face. 

It's been a long while, but this is what we've been waiting for. 

We've been counting calendar days. 

You seem surreal, like a Prince Charming come to my door. 

I'm used to the paupers. 

You talk. Unknowingly, effortlessly intriguing me more and more.  

Only the first few days, I've already become addicted. 

Is this a high or is it real? 

I take a step back, to save myself from becoming inflicted, 

A routine I've seen in my past. 

But maybe it's a fate that I couldn't have predicted. 

Suddenly, I feel myself slipping into a beautiful dream.

My world becomes a fairytale story.

When I open my eyes, everything is what it seems.

No monsters hiding behind pretty faces.

This is what I've been waiting for, and the future gleams.

Now there are anchors. More than just words decoded in a message,

More than just fancy phrases.

There's something in your actions that leaves much impression.

They say what the words don't.

We don't need words anymore because it's true perfection.

Off With Her Head

We find ourselves craving the insanity of the past to ease our minds.

~ There's no remedy. ~

I'm haunted by my additions. 

I let demons take over my brain.

I like feeling the afflictions

Of how the ghosts course in my veins.

Some think I'm insane,

But sanity is just a definition, 

A mode for society to tame.

I think I'm losing my head.

I'm falling deeper down the hole.

They don't understand the world that only I know.

They see me sipping from your tea again.

So, they scream, "Off with her head!"

"Off with her head!"

I've tried to get them to understand,

But my words get lost in the haze.

My illusions take me to a wonderland.

I'm at peace in my dystopian state.

Some think I need to be saved,

But safety is a state of mind,

A feeling our brain creates.

I think I'm losing my head.

I'm falling deeper down the hole.

They don't understand the world that only I know.

They see me sipping from your tea again.

So, they scream, "Off with her head!"

"Off with her head!"

I follow you down.

I follow you down time after time. 

I think I'm in control. 

I follow you down. 

Are you controlling my mind?

I think I'm losing my head.

I'm falling deeper down the hole.

They don't understand the world that only I know.

They see me sipping from your tea again.

So, they scream, "Off with her head!"

"Off with her head!"

I follow you down.

So, they scream, "Off with her head!"

I follow you down.

And then,

Off with my head.

Bottle

It's so easy to fade back into the past.

~ Don't relapse. ~

You grab the bottle,

Like so many times before.

I lock my door now,

Like all the signs we ignored.

You're in the next room

Casting your own thunderstorm.

I'm hiding under my umbrella

Casting traps onto the floor.

You say it's one last time,

And I believed you.

I say there's one last line,

And you know I'll keep you. 

You grab the lighter, 

Filling lungs with black lies.

I open a window,

Filling this twisted paradise.

You're so close now,

Reaching out your hand to meet me.

I'm barely standing,

Reaching for your mind to appease me.

You open my door,

Trying to get me to come out.

I step back a little,

Trying to see if you mean it now.

You move your words,

Like pieces in a chess game.

I analyze your movement, 

Like some sort of charade . 

You make promises.

So sweet, like candy for my ears.

I have a flash of memory.

So bitter, like my fallen tears.

You spit more words,

While my mind makes a decision.

I take a step back,

While you try to keep me hidden.

You grab hold of my hand,

But I've made up my mind.

You had a grip on me,

But I think about me this time.

I go back to my room now.

You plead one more chance from me.

I grab hold of the doorknob,

Quickly closing it behind as you leave.

Relapse

The past will have a tendency to repeat itself if it is ignored.

~ Why are addictions so addicting? ~

We're relapsing. 

We're falling back into our forbidden ways. 

From this drug, we had a withdrawal reaction. 

But this time we don't want to be saved. 

All the voices tell us what to do. 

They're pointing to all the signs. 

But you admit it too:

Chaos is the perfect world we've created in our minds.

It's a scary world outside,

But then I take one dose of you.

I close my eyes.

It's an endless ride I thought I already knew.

You're addictive.

I can't discard you like all remedies I try.

And I've tried, but the withdrawal's vindictive.

So we're back reaching for the bottle this time.

We've been through all the highs,

And I've suffered from many side affects.

Sitting here, the highs flood my mind.

I'm addicted to all the defects.

Have we become addicted to insanity?

Are we comfortable in the fatal world we created?

Is that why we thrive on abnormality,

Living life in a state of sedation?

There's so much history

Written on the back of this plastic bottle.

I take your pills and instantly feel the chemistry. 

I know it's wrong, but I still swallow.

Here we are. We're relapsing again. 

How many times will we be back in this state of no return?

Will we have to go through rehabilitation again?

How many times will I think I've learned?

We're relapsing. 

I think we like to give into our addictions. 

We're addicted to this chemical reaction. 

So we grab a bottle and choke down another one. 

Ashes

Fires can burn so beautifully, but they can burn for eternities.

~ Return ashes to ashes. ~

You hand me a lighter, and I suck in your lies.

The attempt is innocent, and I'm slipping out of reality. 

You're painting beautiful pictures in front of my eyes.

Open the window. I'm fading on this ride. 

We're sitting outside in a place we know all too well.

We've been trapped in vehicles of loneliness before. 

We've made memories in our own creation of hell.

Yet, you sit next to me breathing lies and killing brain cells.

You looked so cool, your face so tempting, 

But a barrier is building up like smoke on the windows.

In my right mind, I wouldn't know what I was accepting.

In this fog, I see clear signs of regressing.

One second I'm here in reality, the next an awful dream.

My chest hurts and I'm trying to wake up.

This is the last time I find myself in this passenger seat.

Once again, we're just a nightmare on repeat.

There's a thick haze glossing over my eyes.

I don't know what I'm saying before I confess,

But I'm speaking with a clearer mind.

For the first, time I'm in control of these lines.

My heart beats faster as my mind plays games on me.

A single feeling used to take all the worry away. 

From the outside, I watch myself refute it so naturally.

You move your hands back to yourself callously.

You hand me a lighter, and I suck in the truth.

You were my fire, but now you're just ashes.

Our story's been burnt out and this is long overdue. 

You're just ashes now. I've finally extinguished you.