The voice.the little voice in my head is twisted and evil as can be.
It doesn't like defiance or when i try to disagree.
It creeps in when my guards are down,
always causes any sanity i had to drown.
I cant escape it,wait,it can't escape me.
but together we'll do great things, you'll see.
deadI close my eyes and imagine
just what it is like to be dead,
but every time I'm awaken
by the voice inside my head,
reminding me that I'm here now,
and it's all I'll ever know,
Only if the fairy tales are false,
and there is no above or below.
I close my eyes and imagine,
how everything could just stop,
All my thoughts gone,my story,
ended simply with a full stop,
into the earth,
The tree's will feed off me
Soon my energy will be returned
And that is just what will be.
I rememberI'm going back to a place where the skys are blue,
where between the greenest grass and the birds song.
There's just me, Danny, and you.
Where we sit on fields with the dog and admire,
Natures timeless beauty, our eyes inspired.
Where we spend hours looking for the perfect lake.
To watch the sunset, and the world wide awake.
With a gleam in our eyes,our curiosity empowers.
and the hottest heat is broken by cool gentle showers.
Where the time doesn't seem to be passing by.
And we have as much freedom as the birds in the sky.
InfinityInfinity is a long way. It's hard to comprehend.
There is no end... No measure.. it just goes on forever.
Infinity is a long way. Too vast for our small minds.
Even with our algebraic sums, our minds will succumb.
Infinity is a long way. But just how can it be?
A thought to disturbingly endless to contend.
Our battle with infinity will never end.
Forget my nameIf you hang me like a puppet on the end of a rope.
I wont just break it, but rap it back around your own throat.
Tease you, torment you, and drive you insane.
Just to make sure that you'll never forget my name.
Tell you all the things you could have done, fill your empty heart with regret.
Make sure I'll always be on your mind, you'll never be able to forget.
The girl who cared about you, the girl who was always there.
You'll never be able to forget the girl with the long golden hair.
You see, I've left you with a gift now and you can never give it back.
I loved you, It's just a shame that your hearts always been to black.
FakeYour fake smiles, small chat,ways of luring people in.
The way you have no trouble pointing out everybody else s sin.
Your cunning ways wont always dim your own reflection.
And soon you'll realize you are not made of perfection.
Well you can hold a grudge, and be the the judge.
Now all I have of you is a few short lines,
I'll never try again with you, I'm afraid that I resign.
The writers fearyou scream and no one hears
unnoticed are your silent tears..
crowded places, feeling lost
Love shouldn't have to cost
From day to day,
you work alone...
the man that no one truly knows
writing stories in worn out clothes
They've not a clue of all the
pain that you've went through..
Of all the meaning in each page
through all your love, heartbreak and rage..
Your life story, sharp and precise,
Hits the reader, as cold as ice.
You write all day and walk all night
But for what?;the readers delight?
Paralyzed slightly by your greatest fear.
The future of your stories too unclear.
Just another book on a shelf or what
All your stories eventually forgot?