Empty words followed by false actions,
Trapped in a carnival, my heart, these scars...

I am always doing wrong, and I'm the one that gets...
Am I the only monster left without even one...

Black bag, painted skin,
No stains on the carper, to the freezer then...

Two trainers stand face to face,
Their hearts racing to the battles pace...

This time is real,
Better than sex appeal...

Embedded within the ground,
The roots which cry but give no sound...

Falling from the sky,
Reaching for a world unknown...

Even with its wisdom and knowledge,
It's giant wings speared and chained...

An expansion of ones mind,
An extra eye for the physically blind...

There is always pieces that get forgotten in a...
I used to think that when I looked down my sights...

They say that there are rules in place that...
Yet nothing is done when one defects...

So close comes the day in which I seek,
From wandering in darkness, a time I dare not...