Tearing Myself Apart

Because I'm tearing myself apart
With all that I've done.
Tearing apart my fucked up heart,
the heart that you've always won.

Because I'm tearing myself to pieces,
with all the guilt in my mind,
And because my love for you never ceases
Our souls are eternally twined.

Because I'm tearing my heart out,
Its no lie, I know it to be true.
Like the rain in my mind's drought,
it never comes, just like you.

Because I'm tearing what you gave me,
The way you smashed my soul,
Giving no thought to the left behind debris,
No thought to what will make me whole.

Because I'm gluing up the cracks,
Repairing the mirror, shards of I,
You give no thought to these tear tracks-
That seep from my blue eye.

Because I'm healing after all this time,
Remembering you and your love,
Remembering those memories sublime,
And the pain afterwards thereof.

Firebird's Gift

There was once a firebird’s gift,
Never to end, from soul to soul
This curse would shift,
And each bearer would feel its toll.
For the bearer would play with fire,
Journey to hell and back,
Toy with evil and its desire,
And no enemy would attack.
Because this gift, the bearer of this curse,
She would decide which side to choose,
For Good, and light, or for evil and worse,
And the other side would truly lose.

For someone

Because I'm the pink and you're the black
two colours that sit beside one another so well
always to disagree but never to attack
because to do that would to strike the unchimed bell

A light above
a whispered wind
an undying love
a soul thats sinned

A darkened angel
fallen down
Tries to change all
but met with frown.

Keep yourself apart

Me myself and I
One, solitary, alone
Never a secondary sigh,
Never an accompanied throne.

Restless

I'm always moving
moving from heart to heart
Jumping from each one
While tearing mine apart.

I'm always breaking
breaking apart inside
When I cause my own tears
From being eternally denied.

I'm always strong,
strong to hold my head high,
when my life falls apart,
from every bitter lie.

I'm always caring,
Caring about you,
no matter what you've done to me,
No other one can do.

I'm always defending,
defending my actions,
even when I know they're irrational,
compared to your reactions.

If Today Was Your Last Day [tried to remember Nickeback Lyrics]

If today was your last day
If tomorrow wouldn't come
what words would you say
before your body 'came numb?

To whom would you apologize
before your time ran out?
What plans would you devise?
What unturned stones would you ask about?

I want to Feel

I wants to just feel
whispers of wind in my face
the shame of each bad done deal
nothing in an empty space
happiness in each drop of rain
my soul being signed
with heartbreaking pain
and to feel all planets to be realigned

Lies

Darkened Angel, Lightened Pretender,
Shows the face of a stormy surrender
the perfect lies from heavenly lips
the divine acting from the tapered tips
the moon's bitter jealousy at the sun's glorious shine
if only, if only, that shine were mine.

Tried to remember the lyrics to Buried Alive By Love by HIM and this is what happened

Cos I've been buried alive by love
If i should die before I wake
stop the spirits that shall take
the very soul from in my bones
and drench the world in blackened tones

Buried Alive by Love

A drip of red
from finger bled
dry and drained
from sin refrained
a soul to reap
but none to keep
because i've been
buried alive by love

Six Feet Under

Six feet under brown hard earth,
Dancing on my grave with hidden mirth
Smothered flame soul away to alight,
Dead eyes away to restore their sight.

Six feet under with no way out,
Waiting till I'm dug out by worshipper devout
Worshipper devout, wish it was you
With a soul like gold, never to be true.

My own soul lost, fled towards the horizon,
Yours to dig me out, waiting to wizen,
While follower toils away, I hoping that one day,
That this inconvenience, I will one day slay.

Six feet above with no way out,
In the above world, no listener to my shout,
Mother moon looks down, scolding my return,
Rays shine down on my skin, trying to burn.

Six years by ten, still eternally young,
A sorrowful lament, spouts from a single tongue,
My worshipper dead, my true love fled,
I look down at my dress; soaked with red.

Six years by ten, losing years fast,
Flashes of white, ghosts from my past,
Walk across my vision, the last sights I shall see,
I find my worshipper, in my deadened Hell to be.

Shielded Soul

Blue eyes, much too clear,
Too unreadable for me
Blue finds the real me.

First Kiss

As sweet and true as
true love's first kiss
a gesture so sweet
One never to go amiss
Thus as soft as the
waiting serpent's hiss
That is the sound
of true love's first kiss.

Angelic Reckonings

A sight, so bitterly sweet
meets one's unworthy eye
And as I feel my stolen heart beat
I make no defensive lie.

Blonde hair, like the bright bright sun,
Blue windows like sky to the soul,
A soul that flies, a soul to run,
A good, good soul,
But a soul with flecks,
As black as coal.