'If Looks Could Kill'
Up to now I have said all with many tales untold
Imploding out of panic as I explode out of rage
As I show my mold to you and shape up a face
My veins run wild while my memories grow cold
I blame none in part, myself is to blame in fact
Too late to erase what is done once I've said it
Harsh truths mold me into what I have dreaded
All the world's a stage; why am I a playless act
I flourish in the lights, but the dark smothers me
But I flagrantly accept that I am shrouded by evil
I am my own imperfection, my body as an easel
Yet I am influenced, the world told me what to be
Watch them point and stare as I let this pin rest
So tear me down, but don't bring the past around
A direction to perfect images has not been found
I look back into myself, finding nothing but an index
Creating hands that cut, bleed, and such hazards
For I am only of this world, a beast coming undone
I took life for granted unsure why I'm running from one
Pretending to have no care about what does matter
I have made plans for destruction, my life the interface
My palm the carrier for today's commited tradgedies
I can't introduce the real me; you would just laugh at me
Fierce anxiety; my thoughts wind up and begin to lace
Take this heart, take this life; conform it to your earth sir
For I cannot make more excuses for my sorrow or grief
Today I am your liar, tomorrow I am the starter of belief
But now I see myself as my own imperfected murderer
