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Deepest Depths of a Lost Soul Deepest Depths of a Lost Soul Lets see here a lil bit of the fucked up things that come out of my mind...most tell me i need help..those few who offer it are the people i call my friends...enjoy Jaded Night Standing out Bathing in the white moon's glow Unmoving Stricken by the coldness Of a once warm summer's eve Time stands still My breath shaky and uneven The lies fly by me And I choke on the words That used to comfort me so Tears slide Haunting and feather light Against my crimson tearsoaked cheeks Shivering Blood takes the place of my crystal tears Leaving salt for salt From my bitten lip My bitter thoughts Better off unknown UnstableI sink toward the dewy grass Sparkling in the moonlight Bathed in my own blood Crimson red against glittering jade On this stained summer's night Nothing now Seen through beholding eyes As the moon's intensity Silently washes out the colors Until there's nothing left Except pure white against demonic darkness.
	Everything in my Mind Down this path I walk. Through these tears I hide. Everything in my mind, All my feelings held inside. To laugh through the pain, Is a trial in itself. Hiding everything in my mind, From everyone and the world. To be truly happy, Is a rare event. Everything in my mind, Is cluttered up all around. To cry or to weep. To smile and be false, In my mind. Or to be miserable and true. The choices to make, Of who I want to be, Everything in my mind Points me to what should be. To love and be happy, Or lust and sad. What's in my mind will show me, What I will be overall.
Hate Me? You've called me a cruel bitch- Well, perhaps I am. Names don't make a woman, But contempt can break a man. How offended would you be If the glitter on my cheek Was the tears you didn't know I could cry? Do you think I'm weak? Would you loathe me still If I crushed your heart in it's guilty wall? Or would your every sentiment flee Would even your hate fall? Searching for your image In the pictures on my shelf Is it only your face you seek, Or have you lost your Self? Pursued by oblivion's angel You bleed for my aid, But I stand and watch As you die upon her blade.
	Drama Queen(No Encore) ( curtains up ) 'Stop overacting they all say No one believes I have problems' It's all an act... a caricature of life... She's a Drama Queen... ignore her. 'I have outrageous amounts of energy... And I do dramatize, it's true But there are still completely real things wrong And urges I can't control I asked you for a therapist. You rolled your eyes and lectured. I told you I need help. You said, 'I love that line, what's it from ? 'And escape route is what I need And obviously talking isn't working. Acting is my specialty, you say... So now... what stunt do I pull....? '..........' Curtains up.. it's a one woman show. One light. Imagine... my last performance... On a toilet. My life has been the drama.Your forsaking me... the climax. It's up to me to wind it up. With a bloody razor in my hand... I take a bow and....' (curtains close.)And there's no encore
Your Creation I am your scars of passion, I'm your lust I'm the only lier you can trust I'm the light that tans your skin The darkness that hides your sin I am the smoke that takes you higher your secret fantasies The spark that lights your fire I'm every secret that you conceal I'm the deepest passions that you feel I am the end of your every nerve I'm those feelings when you curse I am all and nothing Desparate measures I burn the night around your pleasures I am the water not deep enough to dive I'm the risk you take just to know that your alive I'm dangerous dreams Color that bleeds Thoughts thrown Company when your alone Temptation Imagination Your creation
	Shattered Reflection Cracked and so brittle, I stand and watch As the pieces shatter Across the floor. Sharp and piercing the sound is- The breaking collision All going through slow motion Edges scraping down along the way. Sparkling traces of red Glint in the light. Sweat beads small and delicate, Fall mortally. Salt tears release the heat. Cold and dark I am. Alone- In a shadow, Clenching life in my hand. Drawing crimson paintings Across my legs. Blending the smooth colors. Hands trembling,I touch the darkest red Gasp short and fall back. My spine hits the tile, Leaving me winded Grasping my stomach Hold in cries Rolling over the glass. Deep holes- Keep getting deeper. Eyes heavy, Darkness getting closer My memory replays. Like a video. Flashing so quickly. The images never to be forgotten Burning into my soul. Vertigo swirls around me Pulling all directions. Ground now wet, With thick hate. I reach up Hoping to rise Grabbing anything close Shrieking at the distant pain Coming from my hands. Wobbly knees pull myself up, Just enough to see myself, Or the reflection in the glass. Of what is still there Leaves my face broken. Red eyes and a tortured soul Seems to look back at me. Screaming out for help. I reach out to touch the face, Letting my fingers linger on the image. Red streaks, Barely visible, Kiss the broken glass. I look back into my eyes, Teardrops glide slowly. Flashbacks of life That I kept And held Pass through me. Silently And hopelessly. I fall one last time Knees smash against the tile, Sending a shock up my body. I crash against the floor, Right next to the glass So small and deadly. I wish for my soul To break free, From this pain. And to never see myself again, In the shattered reflection.



Deepest Depths of a Lost Soul Deepest Depths of a Lost Soul Lets see here a lil bit of the fucked up things that come out of my mind...most tell me i need help..those few who offer it are the people i call my friends...enjoy Jaded Night Standing out Bathing in the white moon's glow Unmoving Stricken by the coldness Of a once warm summer's eve Time stands still My breath shaky and uneven The lies fly by me And I choke on the words That used to comfort me so Tears slide Haunting and feather light Against my crimson tearsoaked cheeks Shivering Blood takes the place of my crystal tears Leaving salt for salt From my bitten lip My bitter thoughts Better off unknown UnstableI sink toward the dewy grass Sparkling in the moonlight Bathed in my own blood Crimson red against glittering jade On this stained summer's night Nothing now Seen through beholding eyes As the moon's intensity Silently washes out the colors Until there's nothing left Except pure white against demonic darkness.
	Everything in my Mind Down this path I walk. Through these tears I hide. Everything in my mind, All my feelings held inside. To laugh through the pain, Is a trial in itself. Hiding everything in my mind, From everyone and the world. To be truly happy, Is a rare event. Everything in my mind, Is cluttered up all around. To cry or to weep. To smile and be false, In my mind. Or to be miserable and true. The choices to make, Of who I want to be, Everything in my mind Points me to what should be. To love and be happy, Or lust and sad. What's in my mind will show me, What I will be overall.
Hate Me? You've called me a cruel bitch- Well, perhaps I am. Names don't make a woman, But contempt can break a man. How offended would you be If the glitter on my cheek Was the tears you didn't know I could cry? Do you think I'm weak? Would you loathe me still If I crushed your heart in it's guilty wall? Or would your every sentiment flee Would even your hate fall? Searching for your image In the pictures on my shelf Is it only your face you seek, Or have you lost your Self? Pursued by oblivion's angel You bleed for my aid, But I stand and watch As you die upon her blade.
	Drama Queen(No Encore) ( curtains up ) 'Stop overacting they all say No one believes I have problems' It's all an act... a caricature of life... She's a Drama Queen... ignore her. 'I have outrageous amounts of energy... And I do dramatize, it's true But there are still completely real things wrong And urges I can't control I asked you for a therapist. You rolled your eyes and lectured. I told you I need help. You said, 'I love that line, what's it from ? 'And escape route is what I need And obviously talking isn't working. Acting is my specialty, you say... So now... what stunt do I pull....? '..........' Curtains up.. it's a one woman show. One light. Imagine... my last performance... On a toilet. My life has been the drama.Your forsaking me... the climax. It's up to me to wind it up. With a bloody razor in my hand... I take a bow and....' (curtains close.)And there's no encore
Your Creation I am your scars of passion, I'm your lust I'm the only lier you can trust I'm the light that tans your skin The darkness that hides your sin I am the smoke that takes you higher your secret fantasies The spark that lights your fire I'm every secret that you conceal I'm the deepest passions that you feel I am the end of your every nerve I'm those feelings when you curse I am all and nothing Desparate measures I burn the night around your pleasures I am the water not deep enough to dive I'm the risk you take just to know that your alive I'm dangerous dreams Color that bleeds Thoughts thrown Company when your alone Temptation Imagination Your creation
	Shattered Reflection Cracked and so brittle, I stand and watch As the pieces shatter Across the floor. Sharp and piercing the sound is- The breaking collision All going through slow motion Edges scraping down along the way. Sparkling traces of red Glint in the light. Sweat beads small and delicate, Fall mortally. Salt tears release the heat. Cold and dark I am. Alone- In a shadow, Clenching life in my hand. Drawing crimson paintings Across my legs. Blending the smooth colors. Hands trembling,I touch the darkest red Gasp short and fall back. My spine hits the tile, Leaving me winded Grasping my stomach Hold in cries Rolling over the glass. Deep holes- Keep getting deeper. Eyes heavy, Darkness getting closer My memory replays. Like a video. Flashing so quickly. The images never to be forgotten Burning into my soul. Vertigo swirls around me Pulling all directions. Ground now wet, With thick hate. I reach up Hoping to rise Grabbing anything close Shrieking at the distant pain Coming from my hands. Wobbly knees pull myself up, Just enough to see myself, Or the reflection in the glass. Of what is still there Leaves my face broken. Red eyes and a tortured soul Seems to look back at me. Screaming out for help. I reach out to touch the face, Letting my fingers linger on the image. Red streaks, Barely visible, Kiss the broken glass. I look back into my eyes, Teardrops glide slowly. Flashbacks of life That I kept And held Pass through me. Silently And hopelessly. I fall one last time Knees smash against the tile, Sending a shock up my body. I crash against the floor, Right next to the glass So small and deadly. I wish for my soul To break free, From this pain. And to never see myself again, In the shattered reflection.