Wilting rose petal lying in the water
Water tries to devour it
Rose petal too weak to fight back.
Alone in the darkness in deep slumber
I walk in the halls unaware of the flight of stairs below me
I walk in deep slumber to get away
They stalk me
They grab me
They want me.
Why?
Why am I so important?
Ever since I returned from Fogg's Asylum
I haven't had a good night's sleep at all
Just people
Odd looking people
Wanting me
Begging for me
Killing for me.
I don't want to see
I don't want to look
I don't want to harm
But they make me.
Blood on my hands and I do not remember.
I scream,"It's from my sleep! My deepest slumber! To dare to let a dead stranger's blood on my hands is the last thing I would ever do! I am a pure, beautiful woman that respects all form of life. To let human blood, human life to die from my purpose or reason shall never happen!"
They never believed me.
I never sin.
I never curse upon the name of anyone.
I do not inflict pain upon humanity.
The people do.
The people living in my head.
Only in my sleep
In my sweetest escape, my mind and slumber
They make my thoughts impure.
They try to make me hurt others.
Blood should be on their hands.
Mine should be clean as whistle.
No.
They want me to get in trouble.
I would rather burn at the stake or to be ordered to The Gallows than to harm life.
Why me?
Why me?
I'm innocent.
Murder never runs in my family blood-line.
Or predicting death or suicide about others.
It just happens.
Those tiny evil people in my head are ruining my life and others'.
Sleep was my only escape
Now it's my worst enemy.
The flight of stairs.
I start to notice them.
The people in my head try to push me further and further.
I lose my balance.
I can't awaken.
The people are now gone
I maybe in terrible pain and difficult for me to get up.
But I dust myself off
The people are gone
And I can sleep again.
Water tries to devour it
Rose petal too weak to fight back.
Alone in the darkness in deep slumber
I walk in the halls unaware of the flight of stairs below me
I walk in deep slumber to get away
They stalk me
They grab me
They want me.
Why?
Why am I so important?
Ever since I returned from Fogg's Asylum
I haven't had a good night's sleep at all
Just people
Odd looking people
Wanting me
Begging for me
Killing for me.
I don't want to see
I don't want to look
I don't want to harm
But they make me.
Blood on my hands and I do not remember.
I scream,"It's from my sleep! My deepest slumber! To dare to let a dead stranger's blood on my hands is the last thing I would ever do! I am a pure, beautiful woman that respects all form of life. To let human blood, human life to die from my purpose or reason shall never happen!"
They never believed me.
I never sin.
I never curse upon the name of anyone.
I do not inflict pain upon humanity.
The people do.
The people living in my head.
Only in my sleep
In my sweetest escape, my mind and slumber
They make my thoughts impure.
They try to make me hurt others.
Blood should be on their hands.
Mine should be clean as whistle.
No.
They want me to get in trouble.
I would rather burn at the stake or to be ordered to The Gallows than to harm life.
Why me?
Why me?
I'm innocent.
Murder never runs in my family blood-line.
Or predicting death or suicide about others.
It just happens.
Those tiny evil people in my head are ruining my life and others'.
Sleep was my only escape
Now it's my worst enemy.
The flight of stairs.
I start to notice them.
The people in my head try to push me further and further.
I lose my balance.
I can't awaken.
The people are now gone
I maybe in terrible pain and difficult for me to get up.
But I dust myself off
The people are gone
And I can sleep again.
look in the mirror please
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out
look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.
if you dont you wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
you say your ugly you cry all night
you slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping you out
look in the mirror i know you are beutiful you just got to beileve in your self.
but you probaly wont why cant you see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want you oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke you are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant you see what eye see
i hope someday you will believe me.
Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I love you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I love you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at love had past you by
i told I'm here so don't you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my Juliet and i your romeo
you love me i love you that's all i need to know
no longer will you dream of love that's true
no longer will i wander my search has led to you
Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream ?