The Time I'm Spending Is Counterfeit
But I Won't Admit I've Lost The Point
I'm Just A Little Stuck In A Fixed Routine
And I'd Give Anything To Be Erased
AbyssDo you drive me mad with blind anticipationAbyss by themyssing
To better serve your ego
Or am I a victim of my own obsessive tendencies?
Blocking this path of forgiveness
You stand in my way
At times unmovable and strong
Like a shoulder I can always run to
Other times distant and obscure
But terrifying nonetheless
And I will shy away from you
But do you drive me mad
To give you satisfaction?
Or am I a victim and my own mind has played this trick on me?
Sleepwalking back to when we first met
My thoughts have plans of their own
And they don't play nicely
Instead you drive me mad!
Your slightest touch and my skin is on fire!
I long only to not be left alone
So do with my thoughts as you please
You know my every desire
And I am helpless
You drive me mad
With your sick idea of love
BleedSo begins this treacherous journey,Bleed by themyssing
Where I fight sleep like a child
I have no reasons,
But I am torn between my desire
To dream of your face
And my fear that I will dream of your face
For upon waking you would be gone
And I am left lovesick
Like a child once more
So without haste I run!
Phantom, curse of my imagination-
And torment me no more
Take what little hope you've placed in me and
Soon I will sleep again
In line with my will to feel the darkness and
soft blanket kindness of a night of rest
UntitledI wish I was your lab rat,Untitled by themyssing
something that you played with daily.
Poured every inch of yourself into daily.
Obsessed over daily.
Maybe then I wouldn't have turned to addiction,
you could be the one addicted,
and I'd be the one suffering because of it...
Not the other way around.
Instead we dance around how to fix me,
as if I'm a broken china doll someone knocked off the shelf.
You wonder if I'll ever put the bottle down.
If I'll ever stop destroying myself.
If I'll ever be normal again.
I think that's why I hate you.
I was never normal after what happened to me back then.
It was so long ago, to think about it.
I don't think I even know what normal means.
Usable ForcesHow tired the days,Usable Forces by themyssing
How hard it is to be a believer;
Nothing could be worse.
You say not to touch you,
But it's in that voice you get when you lie.
Like there's something you're not telling me.
Like maybe all of my hope is built on...
Trusting in things that don't exist.
And I am tired of the quiet fights,
The unwilling laughter,
The remorse over what we did to each other.
I can't accept that I am a horrible person,
but what I did, what I continue to do...
I have destroyed something beautiful in this world.
How hard it is to be believer...
When I look in the mirror and see a monster.