Behind BarsBlackness, Sorrow,
No yesterday, No tomorrow,
Unending life, Eternal suffering,
Light fading, Darkness covering,
Sickness gripping, Death crawling closer,
They call me a saint, They call me a poser,
I dream, I see only black,
Happiness leaves for a trip, Sadness comes slithering back,
With full might, With full spite,
I lay here in vain, I await the night,
As I close my eyes tonight, I have more sight,
When I die under this moonlight, When I die under the stars,
I will have no more shame, I will no longer be held behind bars.
Moonless Nights EnglishI dream about moonless nights ,
A night with only stars and skies,
Where the constellations meet and form a beauty unimaginable ,
If only my dream were a reality,
In lieu of a reality covered by smoke and airplanes,
A beauty hidden behind a veil.
Moonless Nights FrenchMOI songer de clair de lune nuits,
UNE soir de unique commencer et skieuse ,
Où les constellation rencontrer et formel une beauté inimaginable,
Si unique mon songer étions une réalité , au lieu de une réalité ont couvert à vapeur et aéroplanes,
À une beauté hidden postérieur une voiler.
YellowBlue skies and yellow lies,
Brown dirt and purple skirt,
Jello kisses and short misses,
Evil deeds and frugal needs,
Reach high and bleed to die,
December nights and October frights,
Violent ends make violent bends,
Fall under blue skies and yellow lies.
The EclipseThese nights begin as fire, for the things we see dire,
These violent days turn into violent nights,
With the burning wind blinding all of our sights,
If these burning ends turned into ice,
Things still wouldn't suffice,
This darker time turns into lighter whims,
As the sharper knife shaves our chins,
As the moon shapes its final course,
We only see this darker force.
Tis' The Season'Tis the season to be jolly,
What a horrible folly,
A time for family to be loving and kind,
But just another broken bind,
'Tis the season for human lies,
'Tis the season for broken ties.
Falling UpI see, I see the rain falling on me,
I feel, I feel the snow running away,
I don't, I don't see what I'm supposed to be,
If I'm here in this world to stay,
I run this world with a carefree smile,
Until the world turns upside down and I fall up,
I always hoped to die in style,
Because that's whatsup,
Fear can grip me, and death can strike me,
But I'll never let go of my hope,
Even when darkness comes and I cannot see,
I will still run up that slope,
Even when the world turns back over,
And everything goes back down like a cup,
I can smile like a child with a delicious Russel Stover,
Because I'll always still be falling up.
A Vampires SonnetMy blood, My love,
More dear to me than anything, a hightened bird to above,
I need you more than anything else is dire,
Or am I willing to burn alive in the black fire,
They say the world will end in it's entire,
Only then will I bury myself within the mire,
For my kind is the greatest liar,
Maybe I deserve to burn in the fire,
For your taste alone is my desire,
Deep from within the mire.
The Whore SongNow here is a song about whores, and how many man coitus parts they can have before they die!
One is for the true and only one,
Two is because you cant seem to choose,
Three always seems to set you free,
Four and you have become a whore,
Five, how are you still alive?!
Six and you really seem to like *SHUT YO MOUTH!*,
Seven, hmmm his name must be Kevin!
Eight and it seems it's not too late,
Nine and it seems your way down the line,
Ten and you have met your end.
*applause* Hahha thank you, thank you! That was to all the whores out there!
This was the Man Who Writes, GOOD NIGHT SAN FRANCISCO!