Manifestation
Corrupt Dreams
Of lives left behind
Manifest our souls
and watch us die
Mother lays baby
in her arms
and rocks her to sleep
her life left unharmed is burning out now I am nowhere not a friend left to doubt The hand that feeds me is turning away now where am I... my life left astray -Myra Vicious/98 DrEaMiNg Happiness used to rock me asleep Embracing me with its arms awoke me in the morning and sounded no alarm Now I fall asleep alone embraced by hate ..and I awake alone is this my fate? What has become of me where did I go I want myself back Midnight comes too slow -Myra Vicious/98 Replacing my dignity Two was once one and I was content but what does he do when the truth is something he can't defend? what do I do When they take over why was it a lie To me just me Why aren't I waking up? Why isn't this some kind of joke? And when he comes one will be two they say- that three is a crowd.... Where has the fourth gone? -Myra vicious/98 BuRnOu+ I Swam in a sea of chaos and I found you there Benevolantly grinning you entice me to follow you to a path of shattered dreams and emptiness you insist we are having fun I believe I am for awhile But I want to go back you make me believe you are my friend and I need you losing sacred things A sacrifice to me A good time for you no way to escape hope finds me love takes me away you cling to me I remain strong taken in by love and away from you memories faded thoughts jaded my only hope is love.... -Myra Vicious/97 (yea I wrote this way back in the day..hehe) Lashes and legs You point and stare At what's not there laugh and canive fill yourself with pride love to the face to the back, a disgrace Exxagerate some more You filthy fucking whore a waste of space to me a disgrace I am real For what you can't feel -Myra Vicious/97(written back in the day as well) What is beauty? They say..beauty, true beauty is on the inside of something..but why can't someone who has the most beautiful soul, and the most unattractive outside never be called beautiful? It's all about what is on the outside... and it has always been that way. Or why is it, they say, 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'..oooh..because what you think true beauty is..it could be completely different from what somebody else thinks....mabye we all can't see past our eyes until we teach our hearts to see.. -Myra Vicious/98 Inside, there lies the days of forgotten youth, the days of innocence. The days of happiness. The days when you didn't care about anything, except for where your imagination would take you....the days of forgotten happiness..NOW..it's all about fitting in, money, competition and beauty. Now is the time when we look back to the days of our past..and we weep inside, for we will never see days again..now that the real world has slapped us across the face..and there's no turning back.. -Myra Vicious/98 Falling Falling falling falling is the rain it falls on the ground and makes puddles everywhere children play and trample the puddles but... falling is the rain on my soul making puddles of burdens inside of me and you trample me what am I but mere mud I only soil your shoes but the rain keeps falling.... -Myra Vicious/98 Rejection Hopes rise like the sun ....rejection falls like the rain they're in the clouds I crawl on the ground they're parasites feeding off of me until there is nothing left just sorrow they're everywhere and I hide nothing soothes the emptiness I feel inside fuck you let me have my dreams you can have yours let me prosper and yourself to blame live high on your pedistal and let me have my feet.... -Myra Vicious/97 Fitting in? I see a war....the world is plagued by it. This war is not fought with bombs-but with the mind. The war of fitting in. Everyone desires acceptance in today's xenophobic society. The struggle to assimilate people today is fat different than it ever was, because there are those who swim against the current of conformity. Ads- everywhere tell us we have to be "different", yet, how can we be different wearing a shirt millions of others have worldwide. Why are the people who swim against the current persecuted? -Myra Vicious/98