Blackwingsixx

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"How do I write my story from this point? 
          Who am I?
          
          A hopeless romantic who feels he owes the world nothing? 
          
          Maybe a budding alcoholic who's anxiousness will get him killed? 
          
          I change my skin more than a chameleon changes his colors. 
          
          I'm a lost soul who can't do anything right without hurting someone else that I care about. I thrive on friendship yet I spend most of my time alone lost in a book or in my own deranged mind wondering how I can kill who and make that look like something else while developing an addiction to true beauty in the world. 
          
          Music has always been my relaxant. It's my way of burning stress and I've finally run out of ideas. 
          
          Maybe my chapter is coming to an end sometime soon? Maybe I'll kiss the sky with Hendrix or have a drinking contest with Lemmy? Maybe write a spiritual harmony with Bowie. 
          
          I'm not sure where to go with anything. My writings, my work, even my own fucking brain. 
          
          Honestly who doesn't get tired of life? 
          
          I'm tired of the stress."

Just thought I'd let everyone know that I'm working on an Album.
          
          "Backwoods Resurrection"
          
          Coming soon to a SoundCloud app near you.

Here's a question for you. 
          
          Imagine you find out you have a stalker. Not just a strange Internet stalker, but a madman obsessed with the thought of you. 
          
          One day you tell him to get lost and that night he shows up again except this time with a knife. 
          
          What do you do? 
          
          (No weapons)

How would I describe myself? 
          
          Asshole
          Loser
          Psychopath
          

When I wake up to the sound of demons
          They're always telling me that I'm no good
          And all the angels keep scratching at my door
          I'm doing what I can to fight this anger
          I'm just a product of a living hell
          And I don't want to live like this no more
          Everything is crumbling in my head
          Sometimes I wish I was...
          But maybe I'm not alone
          Maybe if you take my hand
          And I reach up to God
          Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for the damned
          What have I got to lose
          When I've already lost it all
          Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for
          Say a prayer for the damned
          For the damned
          Have you ever been abused by someone
          So brutal that it chills your soul
          Have you ever been afraid of your own ghost
          I'm just a creature of a broken past
          We're all looking for a second chance
          And I don't want to live like this no more
          And all the madness rages in my head
          Sometimes I wish I was...
          But maybe I'm not alone
          Maybe if you take my hand
          And I reach up to God
          Maybe this time he'll  say a prayer for the damned
          What have I got to lose
          When I've already lost it all
          Maybe this time he'll  say a prayer for
          Say a prayer for the damned
          We are not alone
          It's darkness before the hope
          But you and I we're not alone
          Maybe I'm not alone
          Maybe if you take my hand
          And I reach up to God
          Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for the damned
          What have we got to lose
          When we've already lost it all
          Maybe this time he'll say a prayer for
          Say a prayer for the damned
          (Say a prayer for the damned)
          (Say a prayer for the damned)
          (Say a prayer for the damned)
          (Say a prayer for the damned)

I lay in the lake and stay silent. 
          
          After all if I hadn't drowned I wouldn't hear the bastards laughing from the shore. 
          
          No one needs me so why do I struggle against the current? I can't even answer it. But all I hear is the fading of murdering laughter and all I see is a fading light.

Who really knows why I'm still alive? Fuck I don't even know. I fuck everything up while trying to make things better. I don't even know what or who I am anymore. 
          
          I don't recognize myself in the mirror. I try to tell myself things will get better but I know I'm lying to myself. 
          
          Maybe it's the hole my once thought love left when she tore me to pieces. Like I said though Who fuckin knows? Maybe I should cry myself to sleep before I do something idiotic. But to quote Trent Reznor, to my friend if I do something stupid "You can have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt."

I apologize 
          That your memory serves you more than I can now
          You'll have to make sense of my life somehow
          Yeah, somehow
          
          Well, I close my eyes
          Remove each piece of armor one by one
          Inhale this moment deep into my lungs
          Make amends for all I've done
          
          All of my devils are free at last
          And all my secrets revealed
          And your permission is all I
          Need to heal
          
          Well how long have I
          Been sitting here, I must have drifted off
          I cannot finish any of my thoughts
          Forgive me for my wayward shot
          
          All of my devils are free at last
          And all my secrets revealed
          And your permission is all I
          Need to heal
          
          I wake up in the morning, and it comes back to you
          I breathe in I breathe out, it comes back to you
          I stare up at the ceiling, and it comes back to you
          I step out my front door, and it comes back to you
          The end of my driveway, it comes back to you
          Brakelights on the highway, it comes back to you
          I could die in Los Angeles.
          It would come back to you.
          
          All of my devils, they are free at last, oh
          And all my secrets are revealed, yeah
          And your permission is all that I,
          I need to feel
          All of my devils, they are free at last, oh
          And all my secrets are revealed, yes they are
          And your permission is all that I need.