Whisteria Cottage

Every time I hear your voice, it reminds me of the echoes. The torturous melodies a remittance to wake the dead. With the masses at the stare, I'm at a loss for words. Yet you're full of despair, in the end I'll have my. In the end I'll have my reven

How have we reached this point of no return? Where a majority of the world is raised in ignorance? When logical thinking no longer exists, but the ones left have the will to resist? Take a look at the world through these eyes, Will you crumble at you

We are Born Into Sin. But how do we crawl from a shallow grave, Thrusted into a world of mindless slaves. A consistent wave of debauchery. Is this all society has come to be? We are driven to extinction in a world of malice. Incarcerated we are guilt

Fear is a factor in the decision to bleed. But don't you see it's profaned creed. Dressed up, to make you imagine you're set free. Yet it's all wrong, We must look pass into the realization we're all trapped. Some are so mindless. We build on others

Mental anguish is filled with fears of disapproval. Never was I accepted in your eyes. With diminishing feelings of joy, you were never satisfied. Always the cup close to your mouth, so we could never see you spill a drop. Frightened with the thought

[I see this shit going on...fucking pisses me off. So look around you, this isn't our neighbourhood, its a fucking battlefield.] We are driven to failure, But my blood will not be shed. A resilience of greater fortitude, To the forefront of admiratio