Perspective

I'm blind 2 my love,
Of my perspective of life.
No matter what you have stole,
It's been my heart from the start.
But even though you got it;
It's still not yours,
'Cause I'm married to nature,
It's beauty I can't put in words.
My heart was broken
Even when it never showed,
My tears went silently,

Even when you never seen.
My facade was to show,
That I was never hurt,
To hope you couldn't see my heart,
Pumpin hard through my shirt
But things changed,
When you saved me from myself.
half dead,
Nursing me back to health.
  I wish I could change the past
And sheild it from the pain;
But that would be really insane.
You've got my heart,
Oh,
My life belongs not to you.
Screw changing the past,

I want you
If I were to change it we wouldn't be,
And I bet you baby,
That my life would be misery.
You've got my heart,
But I've gt my brain,
But my life belongs
To my perspective on everything,
Because life is just so f*cking interesting

Against All Odds

I'm trapped.

Bounded on my hands and knees.

The mountains too high,

Can't you see?

You'd think I'd do anything,

To be free.

*Wrong*

I don't like where I am

But that's where he put me.

You'd think there's nothing left to do,

Than go to the rhythm ofmy life's song.

*Wrong*

I've got faith the size

Of a mustard seed,

More like a speck of dust.

But I'm willing to keep believing,

If it be your will.

My heart beats, For you to use me one day.

You put me here.

Where I am.

So I can do your will.

With my last breath,
On this Earth. I'll thank you.

And I know for a fact,

That that's not wrong.....

 Because you help me

Against all odds

Criss-Cross

One.

*Sigh*

Two;

Breath finally released.

Perfect criss-crosses;

Blood dripping on my feet.

I'm feeling kinda woozy

At least I'm feeling no pain

Well,

Maybe a little faint.

Crazy me.

What have I done?!

Drip to drop.

Drop to drip.

What havve I done?!

What is it?

there is something I cannot remeber.

Why I felt the need to do this?

To release pain,

By making it?

Everytime I do this,

I risk an infection,

Justto feel,

A woozy perfection.

I feel like a failure.

So very useless.

But I refuse to fail this time.

Washing away the woozy blood perfume,

Leaving only behind,

The pink criss-crosses,

On my skin.

Apocolypse

What's gonna stop me?

Who's gonna know,

About my daily horror filled life?

Am I only dying on the inside?
I am not normal,
Because they kick me,
And kill me,

And I always live.

What message is God sending here?

Or is it Lucifer?

Does he want my rebellious soul?

To fight with at the Apocolypse?

"What's gonna stop you?
"Who's gonna know?"

That demented voice whispers in my head.

Drowning it out,

I pretend to be dead.

"Lifeless,

Useless,

Good 4 nothing"

That voice whispers.

I would scream 'Go to hell'

But you rule over it already.

Don't try to rule me too.

"If God is really alive,

Why is he making you suffer?"

I wouldn't give spit,

To put out the fire,

That surrounds you.

What will stop you?

Who will know?

I would know.
And,

My concience would kill me.

No one will rule me,

I am free!