Perfectly Imperfect

The Night is Dark and full of Terrors

Do you remember the moonless night? 

The one where even the angels were afraid to fly...

The rolling darkness, swallowing fallen stars while we strolled through burning coal like we would with undaunting memories of ours, like never ending fall in the black whole...

Nothing was able to pierce our bubble of history, looking through the rose tinted glass, viewing the troubles life threw at us as mere milestones of our victory...

That...night...of...terrors...I-I...wonder, what if we weren't together that dark night where our terrors could've controlled us and no where to go not even a place to even call home.

So cold can you feel it? It reminds me of the endless screams that only we could here stuck in a paralyzed state hours trying to break free, the demons have us in a cage in a endless loop of what we call death. Are we really alive, why can't they hear our cries for help? Please cut the strings they have on us stuck in the shadows of the shadow realm... This isn't a nightmare if it were than we could wake up, in this deep sleep we feel awake but we can't move. As we open our eyes we see a shadow over us it isn't human, it isn't what we tried to call for help, it's the monster that was beneath our bed, the one we fear... It is him death himself- no eyes, no mouth, only a pure darkness...I can't breath nor move what is this feeling am I really dead?

The pulse in my veins is the only thing I can hear- our demon was too dark the abyss was to deep pulled out by the spark it's retribution we seek... but I felt like I was an angel craving chaos, and the demon over us was seeking piece. Our fears was slipping away, I felt like if I had stayed silent I could maybe hear what he wanted from me- was it our soul? There was no words that could describe what was going on with my mind or heart, a few of my demons left me some were even asleep...a few even traveled with me like the ones that try to haunt me from the deep- but this one over me was somewhat charming that inside I want to allow them to stay...

We used to look at our demons in the eyes as they laid bare on my chest-

"Destroy me as you wish- you see I've been through hell and back and I wish to not wake up as this life bores me"

Feeling a tenderness crawl through our skin made me feel calm...

Psychotic, sadist, cheater, bitch, narcissist, freak, alone...

We are a creep- a weirdo what am I doing here with a demon standing over us?

"Release"

As I felt a tension release a voice I hear that was not mine, I didn't care if it hurt...I want to have control, I want to feel alive once more- we may not fit in...but we don't want to...I'm crazy, dangerous, insane, normal is boring for us...

"And that's we all ever wanted to be"

"Release"

The roses are dead and the violets are rotten... 

After everything we've been through, we smile and laugh not because we are strong- that we are crazy that should scare the people who pushed us this far. 

"The feeling makes us high"

They tried to save us but now I'm to far gone they call us crazy, so I happily play along...

The best people are crazy, now we are one of them...

"Release"

Death, being stabbed on the back, broken till we can't feel no more...

SO WHAT IF I'M CRAZIER THAN CRAZY, MADER THAN MAD, SICKER THAN SICK!!!

SO WHAT IF I'M OUT OF CONTROL-

Maybe that's what I like about it...this night might've been dark and full of terrors' and screams, trapped in a endless loop worse than death- it makes us feel alive and that's why this makes us-

"Release"