The walls to an empty house

There used to be a home quite nice and sweet

It used to be like grandmas but much more things

Leather sofas, cushion seats, fine china, menagerie

It was a home of luxury

The walls were filled with rich memories

And on holidays family would come

But from night to day everything was gone

No one was sure why the house went dull

It was like someone robbed the home of all its sweet love and joy

And what was left was very bitter

That when December came no one visited

Years and years went by

And the walls to an empty house cried

The tears filled the house with dust

And soon enough the house turned gray just like the lady

Fallen

Everything is fine, everything is perfect. I love the way you always laugh at every mistake I make. Every wrong turn I take is another high step you make. By the ladder you are the highest majesty parading around in your golden throne, looking down at those who’ve dug themselves in holes. No one can hold a card to your name, yet every card you hold has the power to destroy. You win the game and win the war while I lose and die silently because I don’t have a voice around your golden words. But for once I want to see you fail at life. I want to see you fall from grace and be ashamed of the choices you made. I want to cut your wings and break your halo. I want to condemn you to hell so I can see you burn. I want to cut your throat so I won’t hurt. I want to be able to write you off as a failure in life and then laugh. I want to scream to the world that you have fallen from grace and that I have been promoted to god. Everything is not fine and nothing is perfect for I have fallen and you have ascended.  

Manson’s Deception

For twenty-six years I held my position

High and mighty above the rest

 Time after time I withstood the test

God made me his Angel

To preach his words

And down I went to earth

To tell you it hurts to be unfaithful

But you said no one will die

If you lie for a day

As long as I don’t say

His name in vain

You’ll be okay

Well when I tried to fly

Back to heaven

My wings tore

I fell to earth

I am Angel no more

I thought you’d catch me

But you didn’t

And I kept falling

Until I reached the bottom

Down here I always mourn

I grew horns

Now I am the ruler

Of the underworld

My Life in Fiction

When I think of you

I think of all the books I ever read

You are Hermione but I marry Ginny 

I am Jacob but you choose Edward

I don’t want to know our fate in The Hunger Games

But somehow I know it will be the same

Will we ever end up together?

Will we ever see each other again?

I don’t want to know how this story ends

But the words come right out of the page

I see you at the reaping

You take your sisters place

You are the girl on fire

And my name is Gale

You will fight until the end

And I will betray you once again

But could you find forgiveness in your heart

For a man that caused you so much pain

I swear I’d rip out all the pages

If it would change the end

And I swear I’d change my ways

If it would change our fate

But the books I read are all the same

They remind me of you

And how we never do

End up together

I know my written fate

And it’s not with you.

What became

What became of me

That’s what they say

When I don’t show my face

What became of his words

So passionate and inspiring

left in a burning diary 

Had I talent, had I not

My mind was sublime

But now drugs and depression

Makes a sudden repression

The return of the broken heart

A year of silence

A year of nothing

Empty inside my mind

Empty inside my heart

People say time heals everything 

Well enter reprise of my broken heart

I strike the keyboard like a piano

I sing the words like an opera

This is the return of my broken heart

I am a fat lady singing inside

I’ve held onto these notes for too long

It’s time to set them free

It’s time to tell my stories

Tonight I break my silence

Tonight you hear my broken heart