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She's not a PrincessTick, tick, tick, tick, It's back again, can't you tell? That sound, that eerie feeling in your chest, But this time it may not end as well.She's not a Princess
Your eyes are twitching, you scream, But the tape is holding it all in, As your eyes blank out into a black stare, The feeling of a curse and the thought of sin.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, The rope gets tighter as you sweat, Your stomach churns as you watch, There's no time for a last bet.
Swallow hard, that's all you can do, Click, click, heels clicking on the hard floor, And as your heart drops, she wa


This Strange Sense of FeelingShe walks a tight line compared to the rest, With a mask and all, no safety can be found, There's no comfort or satisfaction in her world, But she does it carefully without a sound.This Strange Sense of Feeling
He watches the city skies as they fall, He knows this pain; he's felt it before, And as the last building comes crumbling down, He realizes there's nothing left to live for.
She disappears looking for some warmth, But there's no life, no light anywhere she can see, And as she curls up in the darkness, There's nothing she can feel but misery.
He stands under the streetlight


Made Up in GraffitiLet's pretend for just a second this meant everything to you, That as these city skies fall, you're falling apart, And as you take a step back you see the skyscrapers, Tumbling to the ground, it breaks your heart.Made Up in Graffiti
You plaster your face with the thickest of paints, With guidance of a mirror graffitied by lipstick, With the darkest colors you hide your eyes, And as the clock moves forward, it's just another tick.
There's a ringing in your ears you've yet to understand, The voices are trying to tell you something you need to see, Beyond the mirror and all the make-up, &nbs


Bubble WrapI don't have the heart to tell you the truth, So this simple answer must suffice, With where I'm standing currently, The air I breathe is no more than ice.Bubble Wrap
The plastic packaging: the one thing that keeps us protected, Well, mine was torn many years ago, It was ripped to shreds in the most painful of ways, Tormented: the lowest form of slow.
The wires connecting me to their machines, As in, the one thing keeping me alive, Slowly started to peel from my forehead, They told me straight-forward I'd never survive,
The pills they gave me trying to cure the
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90. Triangle - Poem"You'll kill yourself climbing that stupid three dimensional triangle" You tell me as if you know You tell me as if you really care You tell me as if I'll even listen90. Triangle - Poem
A mountain is no way a 'stupid triangle' I will climb it, even if my death will come
With my gear I climb...
And climb...
And climb...
Breathing comes harder now
The air is colder I climb...
The top is in sight And climb...
I'll make it And climb...
I climbed But I never did reach it
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"Theres got to be something in between,
Something theyve missed, something unseen."
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5...4...3...2...1...tick. tick. BOOM!!!
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"Theres got to be something in between,
Something theyve missed, something unseen."
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