

Glass: The Final PieceGlass, the chief trickster, The thing that tampers with our sight. It is beautiul, but it is dangerous; It can distort, and it can hide.Glass: The Final Piece
Watch out for the clear kind, It can be awesome yet unfair. Even though it perfects images, It also makes you forget it is there.
Watch out for the bent kind, It sets up perfect lies. Things are not as they appear- It unbalances thought and hurts the eyes.
Watch out for the tinted kind, It is the perfect place to hide. You can see them, but they can not see you, Unless you are on the outside.


DeadboltCome and unlock these chains that bind him,Deadbolt
Bind him to his prison cell,
His prison cell that is not normal. Normal cells are not made out of human flesh. Human flesh that belongs to the terrified captive,
Captive in his own thoughts, soul, body mind. Mind you, he holds his own escape in his hands. His hands tremble at the thought,
The thought that no one,
No one can help him escape. Escape to the outside, Outside this being. This being that is nothing more that a temporary soul chamber, Chamber for the pain and torment that comes with living. Living in t


Beautiful DarknessThe darkness painted Something beautiful; Illusioned my mind Until I no longer knewBeautiful Darkness
What was real or If my imagination had Sketched this perceived reality Into the fabric of my view.
My actions have been covered By the darkness of the night; The darkness that came And swept my emotions away.
No longer was I avoiding The thoughts that I was feeling, But the beauty lasted Only for a day.
The crystal of joy that Dwelt within my being Shattered into glistening shards Forcing my heart to be cut by every piec


INGMy thoughts keep drifting, Drifting back to you. My mind keeps wandering, Wandering through what I once knew. My concentration's dying, Dying right along with us. My innocence* is drowning, Drowning in a pool of lust. My sanity is leaving, Leaving me just like you did. My life is no longer living, Living without the live.ING
*Originally, innocence was energy. But I think innocence fits better.
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I love how when you're crying, if you tilt your head just right, your tears get caught in the crevice formed by your lips.
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Yeah...that's what I thought...
Thanks again,
Rob
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You have a sudden craving for a pecan twirl.
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Yeah...that's what I thought...
I come bringing milk and cookies!
Enjoy
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Perfection is boring.
Okay, it's a test.
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Yeah...that's what I thought...
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~the reality of today will be the dream of yesterday~
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~the reality of today will be the dream of yesterday~
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