Dead End Armageddon

Unorthodox apocalypse. Dead end Armageddon.
No one wants to contradict and let the future set in.
Who will be your friend then? How will you pretend then?
When the days are lost to memories, the past will never end.
Don't apologize for anything as these nights burn out.
If you can't pick out the lies, then you better learn how.
Time is wasting away beneath our dirty palms and minds.
Life is just a waltz around a field of bombs and mines.
These concubines, useless relationships, I hate this shit.
Friends are only around to help you celebrate your bliss.
Never commiserating shit. So quick to flee with the pain life brings.
It's fucking disgusting. And it's too late to discuss things.
Once you step off my plane of existence expect future resistance
My ego is persistent and my cold shoulder's vindictive.
You can fall away forever until you break your neck on your reflection.
Visualize the lies you used to compromise. Synaptic recollection.
Unadaptive obsessions end in disaster and regression.
Captivating catastrophes highlight the truth like a lesson.
The ink is fresh on the page but it will forever stain
I didn't learn from you, I learned from the pain.
I learned to flush the garbage from my heart's drain.
This denial was beautiful before it was an issue.
But I lost myself in trust with the idea that I'd miss you.
This world has a way to take away what is fake.
Painstaking and breathtaking, left my mind wide awake.
Once a blind mistake, now a moment to take
A moment to make a choice to make a change.
To save myself and sell you out like you did to me
This war was your idea. I just want the victory.
So yea maybe these memories are contradictory.
Maybe I am just a bitter fuck bent on causing misery.
But I don't give a fuck. My smile has never been this wide.
This life and these pricks gave me my sense of pride.
Because no matter how many nights I've spent dying alone.
I made it through without you. I did it on my own.
So thank you for showing me all my priorities.
Thank you for the key to living without falsities.
I will never make a promise that I don't plan to keep.
I will never take a moment if I don't plan to dream.
I will never be you. I'll always question what I see.
So here's to the fake and the real me you set free.

Crash the Market

We can educate the young. We can devour the weak.
We can medicate the dumb with our power to speak.
We are in charge of the world. We are the only dreamers left.
We will fight for our hearts to the moments of our death.
Until our breath breaks apart from the lungs in our chest.
And they pile up our parts in the ground like the rest.
No longer forgotten like the rotten and the ignorant.
They will remember my name but not for its innocence.
I will live my life making marks on society.
Eroding and corroding the ways they fuckin lied to me.
But I'm no hero, just a monster with a motive.
I'm no man; I'm just boy who exploded.
Let's take a second to realize. Nah, don't waste a moment.
Just look at life through real eyes and realize that you own it.
Propaganda prophecies with the power to influence.
These media mockeries screamin Nike- just do it.
Just ruin. Just shut up and go through it.
Close your fuckin mouth now if you aint gonna use it.
They try to tell us that our thoughts are no longer pursuant
To their cause and their fight so now we're incongruent
To their laws and their rights so thinkers are the enemy.
We must maintain an image and sell our identity.
Our minds are marketable like statistics and prisons.
Cage away imagination with no choice but to listen.
But a voice is my mission and I choose to disrespect
any motherfucker who's brave enough to attempt
an attack on my right to speak my mind free and clear.
Anyone disagree? I'll be standin right here.

Bleeding Through

When all the hearts are suicide kings and the stage is filled with wild eyed dreams, never turn around for me. Don't stop, just keep it movin, full throttle into the night. 

After all, I'm stronger than I was, just a memory in the wreckage, hiding in the dust. Don't try to save me anymore. Fire till the end of it all, these burning hearts will fly.

I say it now and clear as day, I love these moments that fade away.

Take me down and fear the way I never wanna change.

Caught off guard by the taste of truth and a little distracted by thoughts of you, I'll never sacrifice these days. Never fill your hollow. Never break the chain.

Harder now into the faces of doubt, we fall for the causes we used live without. I can't pretend to feel certain. Never lie about the curtain. It's crashing down on us all.

When it goes or if it stays, I'll love the faces you will make.

Another blow, another blaze. We will burn forever this way.

Come on love, this is not a game. But if it is, I'll stay to play.

Another ghost of yesterday. I will haunt your heart with all the words you never wanted to say.

For all those kisses that became our scars and all those stitches sealing up our hearts, we can go on like this forever. I will bleed through my chest until this ends.

...or until you fail to steal my breath, which will never ever happen.

Just another Saturday night...

On the Sidewalks

Open my eyes; cut the stitches of consequence

Not just another camouflage for contemporary coincidence.

Take my heart for what it’s worth; just pennies on a dollar.

Hear my voice from empty walls and ignore the silent hollers.

Evacuate your heart and empathize with the broken.

Soft spoken solitude unfortunately left unspoken.

I am the ghost; I am the darkness; I am the shadows on the sidewalk.

Deny your sympathy to protect the path your pride walks.

Embrace your falsities, your facades and fabrications.

Wonder in the atrocity of limitless limitations.

Accept me to except me, but don’t expect me to be accepting.

Like the wicked tribulations that teach you to repress things.

Knights of Nosferatu, we are the city slicker martyrs.

Suck the last drops of our innocence; make these sidewalks even darker.

Halloween

Awake in the Wake

You can strike me down. You can judge me as a martyr.
But you will see before it's over.
I am not your easy choice, your crying criminal target.
I am more than you ever were.

Take a look in my eyes and drown in your reflection.
The destruction of your ways.
I will find a way. I always find a way.
To destroy the person you are.

I have suffered through it all. I think I'll share the wealth.
Enjoy the pain I will bestow on you.
I've seen the bloody walls with all their stories to tell.
My next character is you.

I've carved out my life, sharpest pens and dullest blades.
Wounds heal but scars remain afraid.
I will stain your future, in time as you impeded mine,
Awake in the wake of the wake for you faith.
...this will all be over before you know it.

I don't cry to be noticed. I don't fuss to feel.
I just make my purposes known.
I don't stop because it gets tough. I don't try to deal.
Never ever together forever alone.

10/10/10

Ten steps into another disaster.
Ten smiles that fade away faster.
Ten pieces of a heart to break.
Ten more reasons to hide the pain.
Ten songs we sing in the car.
Ten tears that fall too far.
Ten nights of perfect laughter .
Ten kisses that always come after.
Ten moments of paradise.
Ten little secrets in your eyes.
Ten cravings for your touch.
Ten fingers that are never enough.
Ten glances at your lips.
Ten seconds into your kiss.
Ten ways to say good night.
Ten more if you count a fight.
Ten memories that we will make.
Ten replacements for our mistakes.
Ten fantasies inside our heads.
Ten words never left unsaid.

Ten Ten Ten

A Song for the Broken

Turn your smile over to me.
I won't share it with anyone.
Like fingerless piano keys,
I'm longing for your touch.
Strum me like guitar strings
and sing your song for us.
Open your eyes for me again.
I won't reveal your secrets.
I'm all out of breath again
and screaming for your heart.
From the top of my empty lungs
and into your open arms.
Come back before I break.
I won't recover without you.
I'm here reaching for your face
and falling for your kiss.
The first step to my disaster
was loving you like this.
Fill your voice with melodies.
I won't forget to sing.
I'm everything when you're next to me
but I'm nothing all alone.
My life is like a music box
and you're the only song I know.
Read the diary of my life.
I won't leave out a single word.
With every promise that you find,
I hope you understand.
The only time I feel alive
is when I'm in your hands.
Sing the song of forever.
I won't take it for granted.
I'm just a box of old love letters.
I'm here for the memories.
Open me up for the smiles
and unfold the world for me.
Return the fire to my eyes.
I won't give in to darkness.
But if my heart still divides
and I can't make it through,
when it comes time to say good bye,
take my breath with you.

The worst thing we can say is good bye
I don't even want to say good night.
Let the words fall off your tongue
for the beaten and the broken
and the victims we've become.
We sing our song one last time.
Pray the dance goes on forever
and the music never dies.

The Mascara Massacre

You wear a cross around your neck
but I see hell inside your smile
because hidden in the corners of your lips,
the devil waits to steal my grace.
Your eyes shine a beautiful brown
and your hair is dark as demon wings
Still I crumble to pieces in your presence
because my downfall is your face.

And I will fall again to my knees
because as evil as you are,
you're still heavenly to me.

You speak with a dark charisma
like an angel filled with malice
And you know the wickedness in your voice
just renders me free of breath.
You're a mascara massacre,
a cyanide kiss I have to taste
and now I'm lost in this twisted love
as your heart beats me to death.

Still falling, crashing to my knees
because as evil as you are,
you're still everything to me.

The Corpse of Us

While sifting through the ashes of all my dreams
just like a beating heart torn apart at the seams
I saw you drowning in all the space between
our very first kiss to our very last scream.
You burn me up with the wicked souls
just like the hands you long to hold
or the blades you stain with blood so cold
you rip out the pages of a story untold.

In the back and through the heart,
I'm bleeding out your love.
Say good bye to alibis
Your knife wears my blood.
Send a hearse for my heart
a body bag for my trust
Bury all that remains of me
Burn yourself to dust
because there's nothing left of us.
Bury me in memory
There will never be a you and me
Bury me eternally
I'm as dead to you as I'll ever be.

Hold me down with all the weight of my mistakes
Just like an angel's eyes trapt in a traitor's face
another lie is born with every breath you take
and you hide inside the cracks of all the hearts you break.
Next to you I fall asleep keeping an open eye
just like an open coffin to see you one last time.
Innocent like a doll the moments you close your eyes
but deadly like a murderer the moment you come alive.

Around the neck and through the chest
Your love is bleeding through
As I die inside your eyes
The killer in me is you.
Dig a grave for my love
Fill a coffin with my hopes
In this haunted home we built
We've become the ghosts
with empty hearts and souls.
Bury me in memory
There will never be a you and me
Bury me eternally
I'm as dead to you as I'll ever be.

In the Still of Starlight

Cryptic paragraphs she writes
Lyrics of a parasite
Hidden agenda lullabies
Folded notes of suicide,
but no one believes her.
Notebooks filled to the brim
With secrets of her suffering
Outside forever looking in
Through the glass of her own skin,
but no one ever sees her.
Endless pain she feels inside
She finds herself an exit sign
Running through the bluest lines
Mapping out her last good bye,
and no one's there to stop her.
Eyeliner black as night
The darkest heart with skin so white
She gives her body to the knife
Confessions in the moonlight,
but lifeless they will find her.
Pages of her bitterness
An open book of evidence
Through their tears, they think of this
The only chance they had but missed,
and no one will ever save her,

...but now, they finally see her.

Wasted Breath

Long before the memories of your face
were forgotten or replaced
Like the mascara tears that stain
and the open hearts you break
I took the blame
I crashed the gate
Into your life of drunken wounds
The shadow that was following you
My arms were your confessional
I fell in love with your truths
So vulnerable.
I protected you,
and I was holding on for dear life.

I guess we never know how dangerous a heart can be
Until it breaks and it's too late,
and chokes us with the memories.

We lost ourselves somewhere between
our wrinkled sheets and faded dreams
Like when you smile in your sleep
You're lying through your teeth
You wanted me to burn and bleed
to fix the glass of shattered years
Dripping like your pity tears
You hold me close but insincere
And stain my shirt with all your fears
I see it clear; there's trouble here
and I have to let go tonight.

I guess I should've know
When I started trusting you
With you lies, you compromised
All the love I felt for you.

I wasted breath on promises
to place you on that monument
A pedestal built with confidence
that cracked beneath your decadence
Your heartlessness, I suffered this
To pick you up off the ground
A pseudo princess with a crown
I'm stupid but I'm learning now
I helped you up to let me down
I'm breaking down; I hate the sound
And I have finally realized.

I guess I'll let you go
Leave you in the dust
With the fake, hearts that break
And forget what's left of us.

Mischief

Open hearts make open wounds.
Counting the seconds next to you.
Take these moments lost in time.
Organized or ostracized,
Be my doom, my gloom, my knife
Everything will be alright
Remember we are of the night.

Murder all my doubts for me
I am insecurity.
Stitch my flaws to your own
Can't be real, can't be known
Hold me in a death embrace
I need the kill, a ghostly gaze
Emanating from our mistakes, but
Finding solace inside your face, I just can't look away.

Conversations to Kisses - by Michelle Quinones

Our cars collide, sweet cyanide, the ink that intertwines. 

Chaotic impulses I shall abide, as you undress me with your eyes. 

Trace my lips with your fingertips, I'm drowning in your decadence. 

Over coffee, words, and cigarettes, comparing scars without regrets. 

Beautiful disaster, you're my perfect waste of time. 

Every second locked in a memory, 

Remedies of the mind.

Keep What You Kill

You can't see the moon behind a coffin door.
I'm lying beneath an arrangement of black roses and faded Polaroids.
Smiling at every thought of escape.
But failing to find a way out of the hole you're keeping me in.
It's dark in here; but it feels like home.
Other than the spiders crawling on my soul, I'm fine inside this hole.
[Keep what you kill]
On my back, dead as a fly.
Bury me without wings, so I'll never run away again.
[Keep what you kill]
My artificial dreams are insubstantial.
I'm filling the hole in your heart with the remains of my dead hopes.
With a sacrificial send off, I release my guardian angels.
And cut the chains and ropes.
I make bold moves in your shadow.
I fill myself with your sorrow.
But it's better than being hollow.
[Keep what you kill]
On my knees like a fallen angel.
Begging for forgiveness but never returning to heaven.
[Keep what you kill]
I'm beneath you, beneath it all for you.
I'm trapped under the life I gave to you.
Looking up underneath the moon, dying to be a part of you.
Dust and cobwebs over my ambition.
I'm lost behind pine and dirt.
My neighbors are the souls of the damned.
My memory is black.
But I remember the pain.
My blood is all over your hands.
I'm a lifeless tomb in formal wear.
Secrets hidden beneath dead air and my guilt is leaking everywhere.
[Keep what you kill]
I'm beneath you, beneath it all for you.
I'm trapped under the life I stole from you.
Looking up, underneath the moon.
Dying to be a part of you.
[Keep what you kill]
I blame it all on you.

S. C. A. R. (sliced, carved, and reminded) - inspired by "Made of Scars" by Stone Sour

This one was the first one. Got stitches in my head.Maybe that's why I'm fucked up now, cuz I was just a kid.
This one was a pot of water that spilled across my chest.
I watched it boil on my skin then pulled away the flesh.
This one was a tooth. This one was a scrape.
This one was a window and it bled for seven days.
This one was a bottle smashed across my head.
This one was a mirror time and time again.
This one was a fight, a kick that knocked out teeth.
And this is from the tooth of the bastard kicking me.
This one broke a knuckle. This one broke a nose.
This one needed staples cuz it didn't wanna close.
This one was a piercing, ripped right through my skin.
Right above my eye and blood tears stained my chin.
This one remains covered where no one else can see.
Cracks inside my heart that will always fuckin bleed.
This one's on my pride. This one's on my mind.
This one is a memory of the years I did time.
This one is fuck you to all the liars here.
This one is another choice to bleed instead of fear.
This one was a razor that helped me to forget.
These were from a fight between me and a cigarette.
This one came from plaster. This one was a defeat.
This one was my face stomped in to concrete.
This one was a win. This one was a loss.
This one was a girl's heart I should have never crossed.
This one carried stitches. This one was a burn.
This one happened yesterday because I never learn.
This one always tingles. This one is always numb.
My scars are where I've been and how broken I've become.

Masquerading Hell

Those empty quiet words masked as truth, those little gestures and that look from the other room.
Who would've thought that those eyes would see me to my doom.
A little piece of heaven here and there, like soft fingers through my hair.
I know my life masquerades as hell. I'd never thought I'd ever find you there.
You were supposed to save me from these woes.
But instead you sped me up to spiral down.
I'm swimming the drain
Falling away until
the ashes gather
like dust and age
all over me
hope is over
for me
now

Ruthless

I remember bruises on my face, clotting the blood inside my veins.
I remember stitches as they break, tiny souvenirs of yesterday.
I remember tears that fell like rain. You could never hide behind the pain.
I look back and feel my knuckles burn.
I remember now I'll never learn.

Another alternative to rage. Another fuckin window in my way.
Another reflection of my face. Another fuckin smile to hate today.
The bones breaking in my hand. You'll never understand.
I look back and see your ghostly gaze.
I remember why I ran away.

Sorry. It was nothing personal.
I'm a fucking liar; it's always personal.
It's always when you hurt me the worst.
I'll always make you cry. I'll make you burn.
I'll never be the only one that hurts.

Shed another tear and hate my face. Take another drink to medicate.
Sleep away the days I devastate. I don't think I'll ever come to change.
I pretended mirrors were your heart shattering into a million silver shards.
I look back and see why I'm so fucked.
700 years of my bad luck.

I will make you cry so I don't have to.
Ruthless enough to let you into
all my little traps and now I've got you.

Sorry. It was never personal.

Mental Medication (featuring Michelle Quinones)

All is influential.
Mostly confidential
Medication for the mental
Obscene and differential
Where's your common sense yo?
parental and consensual
Lying is essential
Hypnosis in the doses for lack of better words...
Lets hear it for the rebels
Add the bass, raise the treble
Grab your choice utensils
Lets pour our fucking hearts out and be heard..

Empty our hearts and drain our thoughts; we are the broken and the lost.
Here's to the song of all our victims, self-absorbed and so vindictive.
Fuck these souls and their prescriptions. We are the drugs for their afflictions.
We remedy the self-inflicted. Tragedies that we depicted are nothing more than contradictions.
Souvenirs are subtle fictions like suicide notes without encryptions.
Voodoo doll our enemies and set fire to the stitches.
Push the pin and drop the name. Watch it all go up in flames.
Torch the sky for all the clouds. Let's see who's fuckin happy now.
Listen up and buckle down. Knuckles up so fuck it now.
Grab a pen and write this down. Chisel it up or carve it out.
This is Mental Medication for all you clowns. This is what wonderland is all about.
Watch these hearts come pouring out and I'll be there to watch you drown.