The Monster

My head is more of a disease,

Than my heart,

Because my head thinks its okay,

And my heart goes for it.

But then my ego and heart,

Are shattered at once,

Then I end up crawling back in bed,

With the monster,

From which I crept..

The monster, 

Of loneliness and despair.

Euphoria

The world is only a cruel place,
If you don't fight back,
Cause if you don't fight back,
What's worth living for?
The lies placed so delicately on our plates,
Aren't meant to be swallowed,
They are there to be showcased,
To show the power of evil,
Look through the looking glass,
And you'll see not your reflection,
But the other side we seek to reach,
To find Euphoria.