I hate school. I'm just not very good at it.

Now. Self-Destruction? Could It Be Self Improvement....

As the colors combined
They burst into fire
Up off the page
The heat blazes
And the colors all fade away
The swirling colors
Burst into fire
Consuming the artists soul
Devouring his human form
Leaving nothing but a smoldering corpse

Fate Against Will- by: the damned

He will wait until
His foot slide under the storm drain
He can hear the man beneath him
Taunting him
Pushing him on
He will wait
Until he can fit under the storm drain
Until he flows away
Along with the overflow
The sludge, and the leaves
He can follow the car oil
As it makes it's way in the ecosystem
And he will join the man
Beneath him
Hiding below
He can wait
Until his foot slides under the storm drain
And he can wait
For his head to follow
With the rain
With the rain
With the rain
He will wait until
The storm drain takes him in
With the rain

Pro-crastination- by: the damned

I can watch the time pass
I can feel the things I miss
I can understand the repercussions
I can do nothing about it

It is an ability
To not do something
To realize it may be fatal
To see that it is not good

I can watch the clock move
I can watch the calender roll over
I can walk all the way down
I can hit bottom

Knife Draws Blood, Blood Is Life- by: the damned

Critical decision time
Choose life or death
Or wait for both to make full circle
For the knife to sprout life
For the child to devour
What's left of this wreck
Welcome the plague inside your chest
Hope it brings love and the best
Cry when it's too late for all the rest
Enjoy your best moments before death
We are only blood and flesh
And living tissue that gives us breath
That also harvests viruses that kill with ease
Adn harmful bacteria that bring bodies to their knees
Then to the ground
To rot with all the rest
As the soul sinks deeper into the damned depths
Look into the light
As it blinds you, and all is completely dark
Listen for a sign
Until you head falls off
Rolls to the corner
And becomes a rats nest
The mind is a toilet
For things so nice
And a library
For all things unkind
They hide until the moment is right
Then jump out with hand holding knife
The knife draws blood
Adn blood is life
Close this full circle
Adn wait for the child to devour
Whats left of this awful wreck

Surreal World- by: the damned

Holding my hand as we float in the air
Our eyes see each other
Suspended in a surrealistic world
Grasping onto what's not there
Roll through the clouds
Precipitation forming on your eyes
Are they tears or water?
Are you happy, do you love me?
Sad? Fearing the worst?
If I hold you close
Will you draw near?
Love me, as much as I love you
Let us fly
Fly into the sun
Our hearts will burn
Set aflame
Hold my hand as we soar the skies
Suspended in this surrealistic world
Grasping onto what's not there
Let us fly into the sun

The Killing Moon- by: the damned

The moon has come crashing down
It has landed on my head
Millions of pounds of pressure
Exerted upon my body
My bones shattered
Turned to dust
Blood is filling my eyes
From holding back the giant orb
My muscles are shredding
My skin is burning and tearing
God knows I can't make it much longer
God knows i've lost it this time
I know there is no god
And thus all my fault
My heart has beat it's last
My soul is vanishing
When I have perished
Into only ash and dust
And my memory is long gone
Remember me
Remember that I love you
Remember
In the pitch black nights
Since the moon is no more
Look to where it once was
Remember me
And the good things about me
Before the moon landed on my head