Ze-Russian

It's alright kid You have everything under control Just take what's in your hand And remember everything you did With one fine line You'll be completely sublime Just take your time There's no need to rush You have all the time in the world Until you don't Don't let your emotions gush Hold them in As you let your new life begin Through this fatal sin

Take some of this For inspiration. Enjoy total bliss; Give into temptation. It's as simple as One, two, three. It's a new age jazz That will set you free. Forget tomorrow, And embrace tonight. Let go of any sorrow, And be engulfed by the light. Take her along for the ride, And forget everything. You don't need any pride To get high on something. When tomorrow is here, You'll feel a bit hazy, But do not fear Because you've never been so free.

Let's raise a glass to the rest of our lives, As the sickness hits and the delirium arrives. We'll drink the kool-aid for something we don't believe in, But it's okay- I'm still going with a grin. I'll leave with no regrets; This is as peaceful as it gets. I'll let my eyes slip shut as the darkness hits, Even as my body goes into fits. Soon it will be done, And Death and I will be one.

I don't want to feel, Lest this reality seem too real. I just want to be numb And let my mind succumb To this comfortable dream With just the right amount of gleam. I want my mind to fall Into this steady crawl. I don't want to think, Lest my life be over in a blink. I want the motions to be natural; I need to lose myself in this hassle. I want to die, But I guess that's a lie. I suppose I'm just afraid That my life is a huge charade. I wish I could find a better way For me to say that I'm not okay. But I cannot, So I will continue to plot My new make-believe Until I find ultimate relief.

Moving closer and closer to the edge And edging further away from sanity Because she thought nobody cared. Jumping for the thought of security, Running from the thought of her flaws Because she thought nobody could love her. Pushing herself further away And diving into insanity Because she thought it was the only way.

Darkness consumes All your thoughts, hopes, fears The day resumes After the night's ghost disappears

Hello You fine fellow. How does it feel To steal All her dreams, Or so it seems? You have greed in your eyes, And you tell nothing but lies; But you're okay with it Because you don't care a bit. You'll cut down anyone- As long as you get the job done. You swear and curse, But it gets worse. You do not see That nobody wants to be Around you; Not even for a minute or two. If you could open your mind And not be so blind, You would see that you're horrible- Absolutely terrible. But you're just being a bigot, Even if you won't admit it. But someday you'll learn From the huge burn That will be in your chest- Trust me, I

I know I'm not good enough for you, But could you at least pretend? Maybe this time you could actually follow through, And you'll be able to comprehend. I'm trying to change Because I want you to be happy. I feel myself becoming a bit strange, But I know you want this so badly. I'll do my best to get skinny; I might even try on some makeup, And I'll lose the acne- I'll do anything else, but I'm not giving up. I can read some books With my newly attentive ways. I might get some looks, But it's ok because you're the only one I want to amaze. Is this good enough, Or should I go on? Because I can be tough And continue to act on

I wanted to write you a love letter, But I figured someone else could do it better. I wanted to write how your eyes shine like a star, And how magnificently beautiful you are. But I could never write you one Because it would never be done. If I were to try, I would never be able to say goodbye. But you probably wouldn't read it Because it's not good, not even a bit. You deserve a letter from someone who can write, From someone who can do it right. But, alas, I cannot make the cut, For I do not follow my gut. I know I love you, But telling you is something I will not do. So, I hope you can find whoever, Who can do this so much

Why is there a tear in your eye? There's no need to cry. It's just your milk you spilt- There is no need for that guilt. It's not like Death is at your door Waiting for you to drop to the floor. It's just a silly liquid That can easily be lifted. With a bit of water and soap, The floor will be clean enough for a pope. The milk will come up in a jiffy, And the floor will be looking quite spiffy. As you can see, it's no big deal Because you're in a dream and this isn't real.