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I fell in love with lizzie,

a girl i dont understand.

but maybe austin got it right,

when he said baby she's a man.



(ok here is the sereious part)

If friendship could be weighed in wealth,

then you would be a queen.

From day one that you can around,

life has felt just like a dream.

YOur kind, you care you never judge,

your words are always true.

For that and more I love you dear,

and give my heart to you.

Im the evil when i dream it,

i am the devil in disquise.

I am the possesor of all your nightmares,

the things that you dispise.

I was born of a human's tryst,

of flesh and blood entrapped.

The deapths of where my soul can go,

is a path that cant be mapped.

I am darkness in your way,

the shadows near your bed.

possessed of all the horrors there,

built of things born in my head.

I think I am built of darker things,

I think I am full of shit.

I lost my love of humankind,

my soul, my mind and it.

I put my head down to the earth,

and listened for a spell.

And as time went on I could have sworn,

I could have heard our hell.

I heard the voices calling me,

asking me for help.

I heard the young and old alike,

scream, and cry and yelp.

I heard the frail ask for a chance,

for pity when there was none.

I heard the child cry out for aid,

the parents cry our for sons.

I heard the lovers lement the though,

that things had passed them bye.

I even heard a sollom prayer,

for earth and sun and sky.

There is no hell I told myself,

so I could stay the same.

but once you've heard the land of the damned,

just how can you stay sane?

of all the things you could have said,

of all the words that cut.

of all the feelings i have ever shared,

you make me feel like a slut.

you say you want things to stay the same,

you say you want to remain my friend.

how can i give you what you want,

when all i have you bend.

you bend and twist the things i say,

the feeling both old and new.

nothing ever hurts as bad,

as the wounds that come from you.

i woke up with a theory,

of just how to change my life.

A way to change the things i do,

though it my just sounds quiet tright.

I woke up and finally noiticed,

that my life was not quiet right.

But Its up to the author,

the fix thin things they write.

If my life just brings me down there,

traps me like a lion in a cage.

Then its time for me to pick up the pen,

and change the written page.

I am the author of my life,

Its I who controls my fate.

If life is really to be mine,

then this actor needs his stage.

So there it is for me to see,

philosophy in metaphor.

Now i just need to accept control,

and walk through different doors.