My Song

i will never be part of the Fallen,

and don’t expect me to fall ‘Till I Collapse.

i’ll Break Stuff, or just all the things that are precious,

until i have an excuse to be With You again.

but Before He Cheats into the March Of War,

i’ll be around to Write the Sins Not Tragedies.

i’ll call everyone i know to the Frontline,

ready to give up everything as their Last Resort.

my Blood Legion will rise and you will rise with us,

now Raise Your Glass, for like me you’ve Been To Hell.

and from hell, i’m Haunted and i’m calling for an S.O.S,

for despite what i say, i’ll still do Anything For You.

i can feel The Change, yet I Still Believe,

that my time can come where I can feel Fully Alive again.

but i’m the Dirty Pretty of the Sweet Dreams we used to have,

the Shepard Of Fire to the Bohemian Rhapsody.

for past-you, i might just calm my rage, and Breathe Today,

maybe even breathe deep All Summer Long,

or at least until you stay Farther Away from me,

for i can’t decide whether i want you to go or to stay.

Gone Forever are the days where i’m Never Enough,

like the Piano Man, i’ll sing my song out to the world.

yet i hear the rumors behind me and they’ve become my Demons,

Don’t Trust Me, current-him says, He Fucking Hates Me and i love it,

wait.

because of him, i’m a Dying Star, a premature Grenade,

nothing more than a supposed Whore with selfish ways.

i must be a nuisance, a Paper Cut filled with salt

on the New Born you that doesn’t seem to care at all.

he said that i’m “Not Like The Other Girls,” and he’s not “Made Of Stone,”

yet now he is Cold Blooded and has become my Paralyzer.

the Beast Within has snared me in a Beautiful Tragedy,

while Solitude has gripped me in my World of Flames.

always, i’m Coming Undone from your Bullet,

with Pieces of me that Whisper and tear apart into Blood.

i’m Broken even after i Pray with no answers,

and i don’t expect the answers to come from You.

i find that I Climb back from being Buried Alive,

and yet after all this time of trying, my Body Crumbles still.

after everything and nothing, i’ve become the Carnivore,

ripping at the Rib Cage of hearts like the Big Bad Wolf.

all this time, i’ve known 50 Ways To Say Goodbye,

yet they have become silent Roses On My Grave.