I don\'t trust anyone
Therefore my heart is cold;
I am tempted to be the misanthrope
That everyone hates
Oh bells and flowers
Don\'t seem pretty anymore,
I will drag your name through the mud
If you drag mine...
And always remember
You are one with society
And none of you
Are people of God
The family who hurt me,
For you break my soul
Again and again
Yet I am still here...
Am I the emotional Moses you fear?
Yes my heart is very cold
And I shall slay you,
For society is a cold factor in this game
And people are evil
Because they choose to be;
Nobody is a contender
Unless they make themselves one
And the roses shall fall
Upon vicious souls
Who use other people
For a temporary gain,
Oh don\'t play games with me
For you don\'t know
What I\'m capable of
For I will push you off this ledge
And watch you die;
Pretty flowers will never break my soul
But people will
And that is fine,
For you will get your personal hell
Later on;
Oh roses, roses
How could you be so pretty
When no one appreciates you?
You grow so tall
In the midst of adversity
And your feelings are valid
On a road that is less traveled;
To the broken souls who are hurt
People will get their karma
For trying to pluck your petals
Off your soul,
And to narcissistic mothers and fathers
And to narcissistic friends and foes
And to narcissistic people in general...
Your words and your actions
Will never matter to me,
Therefore my heart is cold.
Behold the world crashing down
For we shall all sleep eternally--
I shall bond with my pretty flowers
In peace.
Don\'t let life break your soul, empaths
For we constantly have to fight
For the pain that we face is crucial
Trust no one, for no one trusts us...
For evil is good; and good is evil
The world will never appreciate us.
And I\'m not giving up--
I shall slay these dark demons
And hear them squeal;
Sweet dreams, you wasteful beings.