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The restless static in my head. Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the walls. Let it out hurry up! It's gonna be too late...

On a wave above the Moon a crimson silence froths Makes you forget yourself and hurts when you can’t laugh For when you try to touch the Moon but glide a little past This silence is forever and rhymes ‘a broken heart’

How easy it is to kill, So simple to destroy- The Earth, The Water, The hearts of humankind. How easy it is to hurt, So simple to break- The hope, The trust, The bond between you and I. Yet you care not For any plea Nor heartfelt cry, Not without an attached Bargain and dollar sign. The people's pain Fuels your greed, Our...

This will be the last day, so shed all the tears. All the tears you've held on for so long. This will be the last day, so listen to all the painful songs, ensuring rivers in your heart don't meander. Stay up late for the last time tonight, for you will only see early mornings and evenings from tomorrow. Pity yourself, pat yourself, console...

The Joker’s divinity is laughter; his faith keeps him alive, it is his water and his bread. Among the colors he wears red would stand out, were he not so skilled at hiding his own hell. He laughs at others’ hearts, offers roses of sarcasm and knives of tenderness to lovers who kiss against the doors of his night. The Joker mocks those who throw...

How can you love when hate's all you've known? How can you arrive when the chance has flown? Love feels so distant, hard to comprehend; When words lose their melody, and rhythms won't blend. Without a guide to show you the way, Will you wander in circles, lost day after day? In a world without maps, where paths intertwine, How do you find...

I am a speck On the time line Never the ace in the deck This world is not mine I live now Later I lived never To time I am forced to bow Probably forever For I am not I am the thing you forgot Said you miss me a lot I believe it not For we are temporary Perhaps even imaginary But I lust so very To imprint on the...