Originally Posted by Atticus

[Verse One]
Im Lost Ina World... No, No Its More Like A Word... Life.
Word Rather Than World... Simply Be-Caus, Uuuuuh, Your Life
Surrounds You, Yes. Its An Atmosphere, A Habitat That Now
Hasta Veer Down A Road... RoadLess Travled That Holds Down
Your Every Step... See, This Is Where I Lay... In That Path
Playgued By My Own Motto... No, Not Even A Motto, Not That.
Mooooore Like A Word To Live By... By Wich This Installment
Of Its Usage Continues To Do This... This Thing, Its All Bent
And Twisted... It, It Is My World Being Worded And Grip With
A Meaning That Decieves Me To Thinking... "Im Fored To Live This."

[Chorus]
A Symbol A Little Picture That Depicts You,
Whats Your Symbol, Your Miss View
The You That Not You Its Your Action,
Quick Think, Scribble The Image That Depicts Your Passion.

[Verse Two]
This Brings Now To Thought... Uuuuh, Wait, Its A Symbol Not A Word.
Now Im Kinda Confused... You See, First A World Then Word
Now How A Symbol? Like Symbles Into Me This Epiphany Grabbed Hold,
Clapped... So It Must Be Right, Right? Right Away Im Baffled.
Tackled By This... Finding... Ya, Its A Finding That Ive Had Hold.
So Out Of The Darkness... The DARKEST Hour, Ya... I've Triumphed.
Im Unfurled To Self...Self Aware There I Stand An Artist Of My Tounges
Thought...Thought...Thought, God, So Clear Here Now Its Got-
En Hard To... Well, Its Just Odd How... Well, Here Know My Life By "Dot Dot Dot"

Originally Posted by Atticus

Beauty In Life Can Only Be Achieved By Tasting A Death,
So I Kiss The Blade's Unforgiving Lips To Acquire Its Taste.
Yet, When Does The Taste Classify As A Hunger?
A Cutter, No... I Dance Reality For Embetterment.
Or, Am I A Glutton? N- No Not Me, Never That.

Im A Victim, Y- Yes, I'm Attacked.
Grip The Razor Blade And Attempt To Fend It Off,
But In This Struggle His Personality Rips At My Emotions.
In Tears, He Breaks My Spirit... But He Doesn't Mean It.
Honestly, He Loves Me! That's Why He Wishes To Help.

"Im Sorry, Let Me Kiss It And Make It Better"

I-, I Feel His Compassion, He's Is True.
Like A Mother He Tends To My Emotional Wounds.
As His Finger Rub Divinely Along My Wrist, He Cries.
I Watch The Tears Poor Down His Face, And I Ask "Why?"
My Lover Grins At Me As I Wipe Away His Tears,
I Smile Vibrantly As I Know The Intention, Love.
But Im Tired, So I Lift Him From Me As Again He Cries.
I Wish So That I Could Please Him, But Im, Im So Tired.

I Gazed At Him, His Teeth Salivating And A Metallic Stare.
As He Overpowered Me, "STOP IT!"
I Scream At Him To Stop Why Isn't He Listening!?!
This Isn't Love Anymore, This Is Hate, This Is Lust.
This Is- This Is Sin... As Innocence Hurls Itself.
Kisses My Eyes Good-bye, But It Has No Other Choice.
The Blade Tares Continuously At My Veins,
Raping Away My Every Metaphysical Being.
Its Not The Physical Pain, Its The Distrust, The Force.
I Know Longer Know Him, He's A Stranger.
As He Finishes, He Gives A Last Kiss Before I Fall,

Faint And Pale I Stumble To The Mirror...
Only To Find The Beauty In Death Lies Only In The Mind Of The Killer.

Originally Posted by Atticus

I Tiptoe, Ever So Quietly I Walk,
Eyes Wide Daring All Light To Fight Them.
Hair Greasy, A Film Of "What For?" Chalks
Each Strand To A Steady Position From Top To Stem.
Its Dark... An Ebony Embrace Nearly Chokes An Aura.
The Blackness Itself Could Drive One Insane.
An Aimless Stride In The Same Direction My Life, Unsure Of
Everything. I Know Not If My Eye Lids Are In Fact Even Rased.
Then That's It... I Reach The Border, The Final Step
Before My Body Collides With Defeat.
I Reached The Limit. Something I Wished Didn't Actually Existed.
But It Did, Does. Tangible As My Fear This Obstacles Reach.

Then I Wake Up. But?... I Wasn't Sleeping.
How Does One Awake If A Conscious State Was Never Actually Eluded?
As I Go To Wipe A Mystery From My Eyes I Freeze, Then
Look Down To See This Extravagant Jacket I'd Been Given.
I Marvel At Its Metallic Elements... I Go To Reach For Them
Only To Realize My Hands In fact Had Been Bound.
B- But I Want Them... Oh How I Ever So Do,
How I'd Love Just For A Moment To Fiddle About With These Objects.
I Reach Again, NOTHING! Ju- JUST GIVE THEM TO ME!
Erratically I Tug But No Matter How Useless The Effort.
I, The Puppet Master Of One's Self,
Sit Tangled In My Own Strings Struggling To Work This Marionette.
FUCKING GIVE THEM TO NOW!!! LET
ME PLAY WITH THEM!!! I Promise, Just For A Moment... Please.
Suddenly The Wall Parts Its Own Way,
As An Angel Steps, Cloaked In White... Vibrance Illuminating
From This Figure Obscurely Placed Within The Gash In The Wall.

Nurse: Mr. Delaney, I See You're Having Some Troubles... Hm, Well... Its Medication Time. Please Open Your Mouth.

The Angel's Mouth Moves Mysteriously,
Natural In Its Ways Of Movement, Slightly Crouching
Before Its Paws Artistically Pounce Upon Each Articulation.
I Can't Make Out Its Words, But Its Sweet Lullaby
Of Mumbles Swim Across My Ear Drum As If In A Pool Of Silk.
Never Beating This Aged Drum, Yet, Simply Caressing It
Just Enough To Hear The Beautiful Hymns Of Angels.
It Places Its Fingers Just Adjacent My Mouth,
Slowly They Make They Way Across The Dessert Of Age
Before, At Last My Mouth They Touch...
A Drop Of Water To Quench The Thirst Of A Thousand Men.
She Then Opens My Mouth And Places It In,
It... I Know Not What "It" Is, Only That The Lord Has Decided It Is Mine For The Taking.
So I Question Not Its Relevance Or Meaning.

*One Hour Later/Waking Up*

Hmm, I- Im An Intellect... Scholar Of All That Is Beauty,
Yet I Sit Here... The Elevation Of Man On The Tip Of My Tongue
Yet Locked In A Box Is The Greatest Secret Untold.
If Only I Could Control My Mind, My Visions, My Whole
Delirious Fucking Waste... Years I've Spent,
Kissing The Thought Of Freedom Good-bye Everytime
She Actually Takes A Form For Me To Touch.
Im Not Sane, I Accept This, But Only If There Were Another Way.
A Way To Hold Onto This Intuitive, Sane Side That Is Me.
Rather Than Getting Lost In Seas Of Insanity's Tears.
But That Will Never Happen, This Is I Forever And Always.
Just A Toy In This Echa-Scetch Assembly Line Lined
With Twisted Knobs Leading To A Crooked Futures Side.
The Balancing Act In A Two Ring Circus Just...
Looking For Steady Footing On A Thread Of Sanity That Never Was.

Im On The Border, Brink... Lost In Myself.
This Is I, Forever And Always... And Alone I Accept It Myself.