Reality's Revenge

I run with fear, guess my might ran out
so I just can't walk calm now
all the struggle from before gets us here
in order to take our air from us
in order of taking a lot from me
now I rush to meet the ones I have to kill
fast or not, beautiful or not

With my very own hands I have to do my approach
and hold my breath until my tongue senses blood
all that I want now is some revenge
you can tell by the way my eyes look
you can tell by the way I bite my tongue
and by the way my ears take the noise and profanities for me
because they once told me my crying was the coolest
and then you'll smell the blood poured from my arms

All of you have seen me on my worst, no good note around
now I have to cause some bleedings and bite some meat
so the stink here not only will be mine
so warm, so long ago
the light was always warm, soft fire on my skin
time and loneliness sand off your memories
leaving the impressions, wiping off the rest
sometimes all left from her it's a blur
now I realize I've slipped too much into random memories
I've stopped running a while ago

Reality hits you with a mail glove
but you have to answer with a smile
letting it know it won't always have things in it's way
although you've running on it's playground
and that you've to ruin somebody else's day
it's also part of it's fun, reality, you über bitch
I'm walking again, its easier for build up the rage
I'm reality's bitch today
tomorrow I'll be resting on a beautiful wooden bed
with a peaceful expression on my face

A Curtain's Call

The stomach cutting sensation
after that spine shock
even after the blood rush
all seemed symptoms of a bad dream
my eyes are shredded
I can't discriminate any shape at all
I keep biting my tongue
the chills climbing back up again
see... you've been ignored just once again

Look at him!
His kind of low and his gaze is grim
kill him, kill him with everything you have
if you don't have weaponry or if your are out of ammo
look away from him
in the most disgusted and hateful manner
an afterburner look it's quite relaxing
after receiving bad news
or even after a damn cruel day

It's cruel I know
but it's the only way to make him go away
you know, that's what I need...
don't look at me, people wants me away...
don't look at him! Don't let it get close
perhaps wouldn't stand it
and end up all this trouble by himself
so it wouldn't be anybody's fault

The penitent people would have a weight lifted off
won't see him again...
he was the opaque and blunt side
if that shinny and sharp portion of the world
run, run away awkward guy
that stomach sensation of yours won't go away
anywhere you go you'll feel that

The cruel sensation of being ignored once again
you got the kind of freedom that no one wants
though they didn't thought on your mental health
at least you don't have to pray for forgiveness
that void it's all the forgiveness you'll ever need
an ultimate cuteness can be next to you
but it will make you be even more ignored
the annoying white on the background
that shape everybody draws over on a chalkboard
something easy to pass by