Submissions by flystaar (Gajelly)

Do you see that smile above us in the sinner of a sky?
No? Well, neither do I, it must be another hopeless night
For the children, for the sleeves of the burdens.
They scream like they're beat as they're knocked off their feet.
These eyes in the trees with knives stuck to their tongues are really killing me.
The thoughts, the words are growing with my breath.

Nobody dies alone, the vultures just possess them too soon.
Something claiming to be Satan seems to think we're falling to our doom.

I'm the reckless, the shameless, I talk like I know what's...

Not everybody's used to being used, I see.
And not every shout is a call for help, I believe.
The boys line up and kiss a girl.
I ask about her, this girl that they make their whole world.
And they scream, "She's my everything, my every disease.
Her breath smells white and tastes like pollution to my lungs.
But don't you ever think for a second that I'm not in love."
I catch glimpses of these lost boys' eyes and they're insane.
Once more, they kiss the girl at the same time, foolish Mary Jane.
My bones shiver as I notice they're being used but...

Even when the flames roar with furry,
Even when I’ve got my bucket full of water,
Even when the blaze catches my speed,
How come I’m still burnt? It was a long time ago.

No amount of water could forget my past.
No amount could ever make the burn go away.
It’s a witch, but it won’t leave my side.
It doesn’t even have a kryptonite.

Burnt like rotten flesh but it smells so sour.
Burnt like hot chocolate but it leaves a mark.
Burnt like a branding iron but it’s too invisible.
Might as well make scars you can see.

And I’m left here to...

Pain, it's quite visible,
But only if you truly witness my chocolate orbs.
Deep down inside, where I try to hide.
You tell me to let you in,
That it'll all be worth it some day.
But that's only a privilege if you can see.

Now some may say that it's my own fault,
Why I hide, why I even try.
And others, they put themselves at blame,
So they hurt as well.
But you will only acknowledge my pain if you catch
A glimpse at these crimson beads.
My painted-red canvas.

People, they only tear me down,
Even when they see me hurting, crying,...

Oh, washed up towers and prison walls.
No, I don't mean the bars, I've broken past it all.
Blackened eyes, my guy, now don't the dead see all?
Now I've got a cat eye stapled to my hand, it smells so raw.

Insane asylums are where I rule because I claim to be dead.
The really disturbed ones rarely dream of burdens in their hospital beds.
"We can conduct experiments so you believe you're happy" is what they said.
Thank shooting stars for this strike I led.

I was a tombstone.
I fell six feet underground a long time ago.
I was known for...