Merick418

Darkest secret, Do you dare tell? To spill your goods, Come out of your shell? Will they accept in an instant? Will they turn you away? Will they judge and question? Or not give you time of day? Will people wonder to themselves? What you do to help sate? Be you welcomed with love? Or pushed away with bitter hate? Will they condone and respect? Or condemn and conspire? Shall they hate you forever? Try to douse your heart's desire? People may think they know, Recognize what makes you tick. But their flaw lies in their faces, Shocked expressions label you as "sick". Shunned and outcasted, Exiled and shamed. You spilled to them your goods,

Darkest secret, Do you dare tell? To spill your goods, Come out of your shell? Will they accept in an instant? Will they turn you away? Will they judge and question? Or not give you time of day? Will people wonder to themselves? What you do to help sate? Be you welcomed with love? Or pushed away with bitter hate? Will they condone and respect? Or condemn and conspire? Shall they hate you forever? Try to douse your heart's desire? People may think they know, Recognize what makes you tick. But their flaw lies in their faces, Shocked expressions label you as "sick". Shunned and outcasted, Exiled and shamed. You spilled to them your goods,

I avoid you because I love you. Look away because you're so important. Let you hurt me because I see no point in fighting when I know I'd win. Let you recall your hate so you don't notice mine. Give you the courage to speak because your words mean so much. Yet you say we are perfectly equal. Let my love strangle you. My gazes cripple you. My restraint terrify you. My hatred debilitate you. My words condemn you. Now, we are equals.

Hands of Time (Blind in Her World) Tick-tock, tick-tock, turn back the hands of time. Give dusk into morn, and dawn into night. Rest now, dream on, until morning bells chime. Pull up the quilt, remain still out of spite. A thief in the dark, no cares in your mind. Your so-called guile helps snatch what you crave, Yet enter her world, you're completely blind! A psycho's best dream, or fool's type of rave. Like a sapphire, great glory and all, She stood undeterred through relentless storms. Repairing worlds, stone and tree, wall and wall, Tamper not, or a new shade will be born! Madness strikes by night, mania by day. You've let insa