s t  r   e    t     c      h       i         n       g
long corrrrrridors
ache with those
who once
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                a
 T                   l
   H                     k
      E                      e
         M                      d

can you hear their echoes coming back?

from so             F A R              away
and
          d
             o
          w
             n
                    these mirrored halls?
that distorted the truth
                           and their reality?

I'm twisted inside.
My emotions are unstable;
And just like my emotions, my choices are also unstable.
It keeps going back and forth.
I'm twisted inside;
And don't know what to do.
It is very confusing.

Maybe the road
was too twisted,
or could it be the ride
that is too bumpy
for us
to hold on to?

We made promises
that are meant
to be broken,
we made love
that was not
passionate enough.

I thought you
were my forever,
but you turned out
to be my hardest goodbyes,
I will miss your
morning and night wishes.

I can’t find
a way to you,
you are the home
that I will never
come back to.

Don't believe the words that seep through
They're often twisted by my inner self
Protecting me from you
Protecting me from me
Saving myself for when I'm appreciated

Don't sing
don't shout
don't try to get out.
It's nice and warm in here,
and smells like a slave,
and the grave will come
soon, so try to be brave.
And when you're gone and
rotting, and sunk in the
ground, I'll find a new
little bird that won't
make a sound.
Don't walk, don't run
don't swim towards the sun.
Embrace the darkness, you'll
have lots of fun.
I have my gun, it's loaded
and cocked.
Make a wrong move, and
you're bound to get rocked.
Don't be sick, don't get well.
Don't smell heaven, or skip
towards hell.

Don't feel
don't think
don't talk
don't drink
don't  smoke
don't move
don't live
don't die
don't try,
you'll fail
don't breathe
don't cough, don't sneeze
don't wake up early, or
arrive too late--don't love,
don't hate.
Don't express emotions that
seem insane.
I made my safe little
world, and I like it this time,
and you're frayed on
the edges, and too prone to fly.
So come closer
my little bird and get in the cage.
I'll clip your wings with my
apathy and rage.

Don't look at the moon,
or touch the stars.
Don't play in the fields
or go near the bars
it's not safe there,
so just be afraid.
I like to play tricks
you'll be my knave,
my jack of hearts
my ace of spades;
and we'll pillage and plunder,
and live off the land,
and you'll lie here quietly
in my rotten ******* hand.
Don't quit, don't try,
just sit here
and die
and lie naked in my

mansion of filth,
my consuming wealth
my towering health,
cuz I'm full of stealth and stature
and beauty and grace,
and I'll smear it all over
your ******* little face.