How do you save a life

That’s already lost?
How do you help a friend
That wants to die, at any cost?
How do you heal a heart
That’s already broken?
How do you stop the words
That were already spoken?
How can you help everyone
When you’re just one guy?
How do you let go
When you've got no wings, to fly?
I would want to live longer...


I'm crying as I write this

A razorblade kiss
Gently creates crimson ribbons
Down my torn little wrist
I'm so stereotypical, aren't I?
Well I don't really care
I'm in pain that I'll lock away
Because I don't want to share
This is my life, isn't it?
Then why don't I feel in control?
Why does this depression
Rip right through my soul?
I say I need to regain confidence

It's so much more than that

I need to find myself, where did I go?

Why do I feel so bad?

Blood, pain, anger, self-hatred

Cliche emotions, no?

I hate feeling like this

But there's no other feeling I know
I would want to live longer...


*I’ve sadly created a hologram disaster of little hundred alien secrets. They are taken over and I can feel my mind being over flooded. I’m a wicked scientist, mixing up evil potions of disastrous imaginings of distrust. Struggling to keep the bomb from exploding, spilling out centuries of obscure secrets and ripping my cover, I need to destroy the bomb magnet that’s been pulling more new victims of self-destruct. And free I’ll be from this game of torture.*










No it can’t be found out





My joy! My creation! In my heart I shout





Yea, it tortures my mind when it is being tampered with





Now I have to be careful and think swift





It’s my game and I only know the rules





Master of disguise will trick these fools





Leave the merchandise alone





It’s a master piece, an art of disaster, my personal clone





But since you’ve come too close you are in trouble





A mixture of chocolate bombs of hate rolled into a double





It’s my fault I’ve mixed you in with sweet cherries and making my desire rumble





Now you’ve become molded, the cook must throw you away





You are nothing but useless clay





This is my dream, my image, my snare





It’s time for a revenge from my secret nightmare
I would want to live longer...



I would want to live longer...


I've done all that I can,


But how can I trust again,

When on the inside,

Everything is confusion and pain,

I just don't know how,

To mildly forget and forgive,

Turn the other cheek,

When I've nothing more to give,

Except the scars I bear,

The masque of my tired soul,

And the laughing insanity,

That devours me whole,

So whence my redemption,

Absolution from life,

A cut away,

The wrist caresses the knife,

The betrayal complete,

And the circle come closed,

So total and utter,

More than I ever supposed,

The greater the trust,

The higher the fall,

Hastening the end,

That comes to us all.
I would want to live longer...


I fell asleep smiling, I woke up in a trance




Beautifully haunted by a conflicting romance



The constellations painting the night fall into her lies



Contradictive affection, innocence I despise







There’s a unique tranquility wrapped around me



Pulling me into its bottomless sea



Just another figment of his imagination, another goodbye



Falling through the cracks of sweetness, good intention gone awry







I dreamt of suicide yesterday; today I don’t want to die any less



But still, I am smiling, to my heart’s content



It beats without breaking, it bleeds without aching



Another ironic melody



There’s nothing worth saving, she’s all that you’re hating



Even if you wanted to help, there’s nothing left of me.







I fell asleep with the knife in hand, I fell asleep crying



But when I awoke the knife was gone; I found myself smiling



Because I know, the celestial gate of my dreams is approaching



Only one more day of this agonizing pain, only one more day of loathing







I’m sick of the truth, I’m sick of the lies



I’m sick of the smiles, I’m sick of the cries



I’m sick of the darkness, I’m sick of the light



I’m sick of what’s wrong, I’m sick of what’s right







I’m taking myself away into the night



Forever never seemed so close



Just another silly fantasy where innocence is despised



That's diminishing along with the falling snow







I fell asleep smiling, I woke up in a trance



You wanted to survive? This is your last chance...
I would want to live longer...


Remember Remember Fifth Of November......


Catching flies in his mouth 
Tasting freedom while he dares 
Then crawling back to the top of the stairs 
He won't see the sun again for years to come 
He's broken out in love 

Like a cat without a care 
Roaming freely through the streets 
You could find him in amongst the pigeons in the square 
But he won't see the sun again for years to come 
He's broken out in love
I would want to live longer...