At first it’s hesitation; the nerve endings tell me to run
But I say that I’ll push through; self-convincing me
I make the decision to stay; scratching against my grain
As the nerves begin to settle; it drifts sleepily away

Until the moment I step in; eyes begin to dart
I’m looking for my destination; while searching for my way out
Heart pounding, I make eyes; queue the sweat of palms clenched tight
My mind is racing, twisting; double taking all of my thoughts

I finally make it through to my place; the urge ever-present to run
Feigning charm and confidence; but smiles don’t reach the eyes
You see, though I’m here right now; I was never really there
And I can’t stay here any longer; this itch is becoming unbearable

I have to get out, I NEED to get out!; your making me feel like this
Where do I go!? get out, GET OUT!; think quick, think quick, think quick!
Find a way out! Any escape or hole!; and run and breathe and RUN!!
Gasping for air, I burst through the door!…

shhhhh…

…breathe…….

…breathe………..

…breathe……………

…you’re safe now

Open your eyes…

(via dimethyltryptaminedotbmp)

itkeepsmealive:

thisheartbreakcity:

Heres me being a shitty singer
But heres me giving you a ‘sneak peek’ at my cover of Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon c;

um trade me guitars, trade me voices, trade me EVERYTHING

Fucking awesome!

Our bitter reality

(via knowselfbrokenhead)

If I told you a story
Would you believe what I say?
If I swore it the truth
Could you change all the way?

If it brought to an end
All the things that you know
Would you follow me deeper
Into this rabbit hole?

Or would you turn a blind eye
And just tell all the rest
Of the insane man you met
Who’s schizophrenic at best?

And push me back in the cave
With the shadows and fire
To be crucified by the shackled
Like Plato…a liar


See, it’s the fear in us all
That manifests this way
As we shun the non-believer
Into conformity or decay

And if you think that my fears
Are no greater than yours
I can show you my conscience
Where they’re mounted in hoards

But the fears that I hold
From the truths in my story
I assure you, will tenfold
In our continued faux glories

For our past has created
Such a terrifying present
That will bear us no future
If we don’t circumvent


Now I know most won’t listen
And they owe me nothing at all
As each life is it’s own vessel
From our birth ‘til we fall

But the one’s who will hear me
Even though they are few
Will tell their story to others
Just as I tell it now to you

And in time there will be
A network we’d have built
For the like minds among us
To let more truths be spilled

For it’s the only way forward
From this current regime
So we can take back our future
And re-learn how to dream…

I’m on the verge of something here
I’m reaching for the edge, I’m desperate now
I wait not for a sign to fall
The seeds of all my failures show me how

Because my certainty has grown from doubt
A tree now full in bloom I’m seeking my way out
But the canopy has sealed me in
And the answer that I seek is outside of these walls

Now catching fragments of broken light
Between the leaves and the branches
That bursting yellow, sea of blue
Has got me praying on my knees and I’m screaming…

Can you see how close I’ve come to this?
Can you feel what I have found?
Oh if ever there was someone watching me out there
I’m begging, please don’t fail me now!

Oh it’s not the first time I’ve tried,
But I swear it’l be the fucking last!
Coz if ever there was someone watching us out there
I’m begging mercy for the one who stands in my way!
Oh no!

Dead Letter Circus - BIG

Lyrics

“It’s alright
It’s worth it
These little pieces I can’t seem to align
I need change
And I just don’t feel I was born to walk in a line

I’ve been waiting to take my chances
I can’t live for the lie
I’ll keep chasing
Cause I can feel something’s gonna change

The faster that we go round
The tighter I’m holding
I know that we fall down

You and I are the same thing
Simple yet we complicate the design
It’s working but I just feel there’s a faster way to arrive

I can taste it
And I want answers
I can’t live for the lie
I’ll keep chasing
Cause I can feel something’s gonna change

The faster that we go round
The tighter I’m holding
I know that we fall down
Part of me is still silently hoping
Hold on, soon we’ll be gone
You will follow me one day
In time, our time

Are you ever big enough?
Is it easier in time?
Turn the page and hurry up
Should I lead or stay in line?
Is it all for the reward?
Will it really be alright?
Please don’t leave me behind

Hold on, soon we’ll be gone
You will follow me one day
In time, when we divide
And you walk further than me
Somehow I feel that the one last piece will align
(I can feel) something’s gonna change
(I can feel) something’s gonna change”

- Oliver Sykes

Genius

sinandserotonin:

karmic cycle, 2/2/13

The Ouroborous Re-incarnate.

(via xxomyheart)

xxomyheart:

Me.

xxomyheart:

More of my art…

MUTINY

Circles forming at my feet
Round and round ‘til they complete
Ending back where they began
Then round and round and round again

Do circles feel the déjà vu?
When circling round both me and you
Or like a fish, do they forget?
And only meet the ones they’ve met

Or do they simply circle round?
Without a thought, a care, a sound
Existing only for the space
Between another circle’s place

Oh how retched life must be!
Circling round but never free
Seeing all the world outside
While trapped inside a circle’s tide

bunch-of-bs:

This is a description of my mental writing process. In this, I use my experience with REJ, my high-fantasy novel, the piece dearest to my heart and soul. I hope it makes sense to you. This is when I am “in the zone.”

I close my eyes. Breathe. My senses shut off, except for the feeling of the…

Brilliant!

knowselfenroute:

Wash the dirt from your eyes, wipe the blood from your hands

Don’t walk blindly through life, consumed by your brands

WholeHolism, (from holos, a Greek word meaning all, entire, total) the idea that all the properties of a given system cannot be determined or explained by the sum of its component parts alone →

Head bowed, I’m staring down at the palms of these hands; trying to find an ending to the stories that the cracks and lines tell. Don’t you think it’s funny how they’re more prominent now than ever before, yet the absolution they indict is becoming more vague with each passing moment. Like cracks after an earthquake, they continue to grow ever wider with every subsequent shake; stretching and weaving through skin with the ebb and flow of a river pushing out toward the sea. Like the book that opened but never closed shut; the stories have captured the heart, warmed, then torn to pieces and thrown to the wind. Like the waking dream that still feels fresh on your skin and sharp on your tongue, yet can’t be recalled in full; your story is missing parts. Oh these hands have taken the life from my soul and permanently etched the verses into lines and cracks that speak truths my tongue could only imagine. And yet they remind me of you. I look up at you as you smile, then down again at the palms that have served as a vice grip for twenty five long years…and I see you. It’s your face that I see in these hands; staring back at me through the pages of my story. You’re staring back through me. And inside this moment I can see the endings to all of my stories; because when I stare at these hands, it is not me who I see, but a reflection intertwined with your story woven into mine. For you are, what seems to be, the seams that pull me together when I’m falling apart…