PureHands in pockets, not caring a thing,when they view themselves as people,deemed different to everybody else.They were once children and now humans,that are free to do what they want.But I ask myself,must I be part of the majority?Alcohol, strobe lights, sex and good times,elements that make up a man.Elements that a boy would request.Sometimes, actions are questionable,destroying their bodies with chaos,although they don't show intention,but I'm certainly not convinced.City life moulds all the populace,where they crave for the midnight glow,to forget their monotonous days.Boyfriends and girlfriends, do what you want,lose virginity if you want.But don't you dare drag me INTO THIS~~I will not taste the poison,I'd rather feel pure.And I will not be blinded by,The ominous lights.And be kept clean,from all dirty acts.If that's how they live,then that's okay.But I,will,not,be,like,ANY OF THEM~~Other people say I am insane,for not biting into the fruit.Well
Little MichaelI'd like to sing to you before you sleep,cradle your head, eyes heavy and deep,Oh, Little Michael,Oh, Little Michael,how precious you are.Little Michael, Little MichaelYou smile like the stars,Your teeth are pearly,as pure as your soulYour smile, is so prettyits worth more than goldOh, little MichaelLittle MichaelYour light would go farOver the sea, growling angrythey'd tuck so, and rollReaching out to a shiplost in the coldLittle Michael, Little MichaelThats how pure you are,Little Michael, Oh MichaelYou smile like the stars.You'll stay just as pureeven after you're old,Nothing can't taint ya'boy,Nothing can take my boy,Little, Michael,Oh, my little MichaelYour story is told.
Caged (WIP)Confined behind my iron doorA room kept locked for evermoreI hold the key, day after dayBut here I stay and fade awayMy windows let the light shine throughBut such a view would be tabooSo I have pulled the curtains closedTo sit in fear ‘till decomposed
You Can't Write MeCall me anything you wantLet me correct you,''This a story I only tell,''None told beforeIt isn't yours to faceThese doors aren't madefor you to openI walk my own roadHere's the tokenThis is my oathI won't be forcedThrown in cornersSo let me say it one more time''This is a story only I tell,''Owned by me and only meYou will never beMy writerYou'll never seeThese eyes of the tigerNoBecause I'm the fighter
when the dolls wake upI am facelessin your playsetsyour touch just tastesthe textureof the fabricsstripped to the plasticas the past stainsthe safetyof all soft thingsbut when the dollswake upin the store roomof your store bought heartall you fought forand lost was just a broken mirrorthat coated the courtyard a cold winterbleeding fingers needand penitent knees dropto make it jewelryand wait to paint the nape of the nextexposed neck(and she was youngand love was just then a drugall pins and needles huntingbutterflies in the blue skiesthat wallpaper her dollhouse inside)
DoppelgangerWhenever speaks the darkThis will be our last fightAnd through the darkest daysI shall bless you one last timeForget me for I am lost in sinDevour me for I am lost withinAnd now I'm losing my mind... losing my soul...These feelings are not mineThey are not in my mindI am the presence you speakScreaming in your sleepThis moment, this feelingIs never ending reallyYou're lost in the gameExtinguishing the flame