Burn The Liar

You let yourself be beaten down yet again today.
You scream at yourself, call yourself stupid again.
As if what they call you isn't enough for your broken soul,
You force more pain into the cracks, empty yourself you feel so cold.

And as you're walking back to a place you call home,
You still don't feel safe, is it even home at all?
And you're sitting in your room alone,
The tension is thick, it hangs in the air, the insecurity crawls,

It's under your skin.
You can't get rid of it.
Your soul it breaks,
It'll always take
And never give.
Maybe this is the price to live?

Cos if I were you, I'd rather get dragged down to the fires.
They'll burn you; and call you a liar,
But you'd rather feel the pain and burn away,
Rather than live another day
to get hurt over and over again.

All those names they scream, all those cuts that bleed- they'll never go away.
But you learnt that Life's a bitch,
So we deal with our problems, one of each.
We hang them, stab them, torment, forget them,
But each of them is a lesson that we'll never forget.

The Crying Banshee

I'm an empty shell.
I don't feel a thing,

just this ricocheting silence screaming like a dying banshee, crying for help.

But her cries were silent- never heard till her last breath.

All those pleas for help fell upon death ears, and now her faith is dead.

After all the pain and torment, all the blows she's taken- her bleeding mind has had enough; it created a barrier.
She couldn't feel, she couldn't love. She was incapable of feelings.
She was numb, as if anesthesia ran through her brain.
She was nothing; just an empty shell.
She tried so hard to feel again, but perhaps she will never be able to? It was useless, her efforts.
No matter how much she tried, she couldn't destroy the barrier to feel again.

It was so close, yet so far.

But sometimes she thanked the barrier. Sometimes, it was better not to feel anything at all. Sometimes, it was better to be alone.
Being alone meant that you'd be safe; you wouldn't get hurt as much. But the cold emptiness of being alone- was it worth it?
And was pretending to be happy worth it as well?

The forced smiles, the forced words and the forced laughs. She wasn't truly happy.
She never was.
Her mind might be numb, but her heart continues to break. It never stops bleeding.
And one day when she's had enough, all she needs would be some poison-
Then she would be set free.

Its a ticking timebomb. Just one strong tide, a powerful relapse and it would all end.

There was once a crying banshee, screaming for help, but no one ever heard her pleas.
She looks at her reflection, and there I was;
The crying banshee.

Dead

Too tired to feel,
Too numb to care.
Empty, lifeless, dead inside,
My frozen mask barricades my heart.
A smile, a laugh escapes my lips
Yet I don't feel it, not one bit.
It might be a good thing,
I don't have to feel the pain.
My body feels hollow,
Yet thoughts and voices ricochet through my mind,
I am forced to swallow
The venom in those lies.

My pen scratches the paper,
My emotions I draw.
Bloody and dark, creepy yet true,
My fear, my anger, my pain slips through.
It glides down my hand, my pen the paper;
It holds the key to a darker part of me.
Emotions I locked up for way too long,
Crumbles down on me
My mask has begun to fall.
Faith I've lost, trust- it's broken,
God won't save me, angels don't exist.

Numbness creeps into my dying heart,
Slowly settling into this realm so dark.
Anesthetic flows straight through my veins,
Dead and empty, it falls down like rain.
I don't want to feel, I don't want to care,
It'll be like I'm just not there.
My body is just an empty vessel,
My broken soul has left me,
My emotions a dark tunnel.

I am dead.

Frozen Mask

Misunderstood, I can't say a thing.
Accused and humiliated, I can't hide away.
It's like a cycle, it's like a ring,
It hangs around my neck like a noose made of string.
The glares stab me, the words strangle me.
They hurt me, they shoot me
Yet I can't say a thing.

Once again, the pain helps me.
It distracts, it stops the tears from flowing.
Tears are bad, they make you look weak,
The monsters will shoot and you'll fall to your knees.

A needle, a thread, sew my lips up,
I can't say a thing, like a doll staring blankly.
This mask burns, but it takes attention off of me,
so they can't see the real me, they can't judge me.
Blood escapes, a cry for help,
but I wipe it away, my mask can't melt.
I freeze it back up, not letting it free,
I'm holding the key,
No one will know me.

Parade Of The Dark Ringmaster

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls:
Welcome to our dark, dark world
where you are judged and sentenced to die,
even if the cause was a lie.

"Slander!" you may cry,
"Lies!" you might protest.
But who will listen, young one?
Who will be there to protect?

No one will save you! When will you learn?
You're so naive! And for that, you shall burn.
You better learn now, and you better learn fast;
For one wrong step, and it could be your last.

The bearded lady watches, the abominations stare,
the clowns show off their chelsea smiles,
and the Dark Ringmaster glares.
"You're the freak here", better accept that quick.
For one wrong word, and you'll be facing the whip!

This sadistic little circus show will carry on once more,
Decorated with blood, guts, brains and gore.
Nobody can hear you even if you scream yourself hoarse,
Don't worry, darling, we'll try not to make it hurt a lot.
You're alone now, darling, nobody will help you,
Mommy's not coming to shield you from the truth.
You're chained to this world now, your slow, painful death,
Daddy's not coming to protect you from the rest.

Hush, dear child. Don't be afraid;
You're one of us now.
You're in the black parade.