I hate, with all my heart, people that tell you or think that if you don't love yourself, you can't love someone else.

People that have a hard time loving themselves wish that other people wouldn't feel as hated or disgusted as they believe they are.

This is the greatest and most sincere type of love because these people only want you to be happy.

They want you to feel what they can't: loved.

Therefore, the people who tell you that you can't love anyone unless you love yourself are liars.

"You stand accused of Murder, how do you plead?"

The whole courtroom stared at me.

"I am Guilty."

Sentence Death.

Nothing in this universe is eternal

Nor is it infinite

I sit here in solitude

Gazing out the window onto an unfamiliar land

Buildings clog the skies

The air I breathe outside smells of gasoline

It's always changing

Updating itself again and again to please the masses

I try to hold onto something

Anything

But it all slips through my fingers

Disintegrating into dust

And I realize that one day

I too, will become a part of that dust

Beneath flesh and bones, under everything that we show, is what we try to hide. There lies our secrets and iniquities. It is there that we're afraid to explore, so we hide everything deeper and deeper, hoping no one has enough courage and strength to look that far in us. We try to forget what lies beneath our flesh and bones, although it's not successful. No matter how hard we try, the pain and brokenness still remains. All we can do is try to learn to live with it, even if it is killing us from the inside out.

During the old king's lengthy reign

The streets were filled with hungry and disdain'd

As the long boats come to port

The men all march to show support

We were forced to picture war

In all it's greatness and it's horror

This boy called Brigsby was put on the line

Took down three before he stepped on a mine

Then they see how their enemy flees

When they hear from the blood and bone the pleas

Come to me, help me out of this hole

I cannot see, think I'm losing my soul

you've always been a cocoon to me

and I know it's foolish

to wrap one's self up in

another with broken wings

but the way your feathers felt

all around me

wasn't something I could sacrifice

for safety

how could I have known

your barbed wire underbelly

would swallow me whole

with angry words and broken promises

how could I have known

butterflies don't emerge

from the talons of a sparrow

no matter how soft

the killer sings

The majestic moon watches the night,

She says, "I don't understand why this is when they fight.

I provide beauty.

I provide light.

If only I could shine more bright.

If only I could be like the sun again.

Saving the stars from seeing sin."