

Mistaken MeI've already had my funeral And yet I live on In this trechorous life Where all the bliss is gone My funeral was the moment My loved one said goodbye Locked me up in a box of insanity Where no one can see me cry.Mistaken Me


The ArtistIve fallen in love with the artist Who wished for a portrait of me And as he took hold of my lips His artwork rose within meThe Artist
Ive fallen in love with the painter Who felt his paint was white And as he began to paint His heart poured red so bright
Ive fallen in love with the writer Whos pencil was louder than screams And within the grip of his hand His letters tore furious beams
Ive fallen in love with the photographer Whos sturdy breath grew for me And as his finger pressed down His photo flashed an


SubterraneWhat is this interest in me? Why do you care? I am simply the neglected heart the growing flower who's petals went bare I am the meat for the wolf pack who manages to excape I am your thrill, your journey, and your heartache I am the pen you write with but I am the genius of it all They only think they are beautiful because I am the mirror on the wall I am the falling tree who does not make a sound I am the cage you dance in but you're the one who's bound I am the broken light who no one cares to see I am the one who's hurt but you'll bSubterrane
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