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And Then We Became Robots

Poetry

I write music & my sissy aka Anna aka IveDiedOnce has been bugging me to start a song book with her for like a month now. So here's the songs we write. Oh and sissy came up with the title (well technically its a band name) either way I stole it x3

The Dark Side of Insanity

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by xXxCupcakeNinjaxXx

By Sierra & Anna

I am ashamed to admit that I did this to myself.

I am the soul responsible and I need help.

And I am full of remorse; all I want is to repent,

but sadly I am denied forgiveness.

So I am forever doomed, to reside in this tomb,

but everything that I did, I did for you.

And I do not deserve the one thing I want the most.

Peace, because

I can still hear the screams,

of the innocent as they begged for their lives when I took their skin to my knife.

I am a monster living inside your shed,

wanna be under your bed but that's too close, and

last time you sent me away and all I wanna do is stay with you.

I am ashamed to admit that I did this by myself.

Now this monster inside, I just cant hide.

I do not wish to be dammned, but then again we all are,

and sometimes people just die.

And you aren't the victim you claim to be,

my love for you is twisted but true.

I do not deserve the one thing I want the most.

You.

I can still hear the screams,

of the innocent as they begged for their lives when I took their skin to my knife.

I am a monster living inside your shed,

wanna be under your bed but that's too close, and

last time you sent me away and all I wanna do is stay with you.

And this is why you shouldn't play in the dark.

And this is why you don't play in the dark.

And this is why you can't play with the dark!

And this is why...

And this is why...

And why?

I am ashamed to admit that I am not here by myself.

I'm not the only tortured soul that needs some help.

And now depression kicks in, after obsession's knocked out,

my mind can't handle all the pain,

Nothing stays the same, nothing stays same.

I do not deserve the one thing I want the most.

It's all's gotta change.

I can still hear the screams,

of the ignorant as they begged for their lives when I took their skin to my knife.

You are the monster living inside my head,

oh how I wish you were dead, but that's too close, and

last time you sent me away and all I wanted was to stay, with you but...

After all the lies, the strife, and the losing of lives,

with this wall as my canvas and the blood from the scene,

I painted a dream.