Justjakk in the box twisted lyrics.

I decided, since I had an artwork thread and I am also good at poetry, I would make a poetry thread. Here it is. Lets start it off with this I recently posted in the unknown thread.

can someone tell me what it takes to feel secure?
Ive felt lost for so long can someone find me?
can you turn back the time from blackened to pure?
can insanity truly be made as if it never was?

Are we lost in this life that has so many questions
where every hall has another corner?
Is it a endlesss game where no one is the winner?
To the loser goes the greater prize.

My twisted mind, i hold in my hands.
It becomes jagged, i drop it to the floor.
It brakes into many pieces.
I cannot find them all.

I think I lost my marbles

😆 clapping You know I lover your talent honey.

Hey jakk, good stuff. hahahah sorry bout sunday.

Ok, bored again........

This world is full of hate,the thing that i hate most
is visions in my mind. They tell me im the one
who saw you lying there with tears in your eyes.

I want to lift you up fill your days with love and joy
but the visions come again. Cold enough to make me
bleed from within

And now i say dont leave me here
Lost and alone Please promise me
this time my sacrifice. I wont let you die

The stage is set a replay is comin' round
and the hate is still in my mind. I want to turn
back and hit rewind to the time I had you close.

This one I call "Is this living?" or "No dreams"

The equivalent of things I see
When I cclose my eyes, avoid of dreams
A lack of sleep, my eyes do bleed
I try to scream, or so it seems

It comes much later, this rest i seek
It does not stay, I lay awake
My mouth is dry, its hard to speak
You give me water I willingly take

Can I cry for forgiveness and it be given
or comtinue to suffer this ruthless onslaught
and die from this life that I have been living
or live with all the fatasies that I have bought

Yet I still cannot dream, I suffer in vain
I go through all of this terrible strife
Eventhough I live through all of this pain
I take it all in as part of my life

and i thought i could fit in
how could it truly be
someone so awsome
could be a friend to me

mistfit by nature
misfit by popular choice
this is the final straw
time to hear my voice

a shrill reflection of who i am
left out in the cold of society
shadow casted upon my soul
a grim gast hiercy

total waste to fill this life
of lost oppurtunity
and i think for a second time
and form a mutany

cool stuff man. if the mouth is the wellspring of the soul, the heart is the inkwell for the pen of a poet.

what did i do to deserve my lack of sleep?
wasted time, my days drain away.
my world turns slowly around me.
the clock face falls to the ground.

seems like everything is changing
for the better, i expect the worst.
or for the worst, i want better.
am i living with a curse?

dont twist my words, theyre twisted enough.
dont take me out of context.
i speak plainly enough.
and yet you do not understand me.

work sucks, my boss is a loser.
i hate this place, my room is redecorated.
i would spend your money if you didnt let me
on a gift for your funeral.

another disgruntaled employee
is this where we stand?
too much allready
and you dont understand.

this wwas not a poem by Heidenrich

does my form elude you
my ears too long
a cotton ball behind me
do you expect me to hop

should i sit in your cage
and chew on chips alone
dont close that door on me
i hate being in the dark

am i just the cutest thing
or something from you dreams
a sinester hate filled being
wearing a sweet desguise

i love the way you pet me
and snuggle me close
if you let me out for a moment
i might take you home

how does it feel on a leash
looked inside a sturdy cage
did u feed you today
well i guess we'll wait til tommorrow

if i truly hated you
i would tell you to your face
and never let you think it false
i would enscribe it on your grave

i would let it all come from inside
and remind you with my look
and hopefully youll let me be
and bother someone else

dont walk away unhappy
just walk away
dont come to me with those sad eyes
i have had enough of that

cant you see im angry
i wonder do you think
can you see i hate everything
and your at the top of my list

what word can i say
to get you from my side
leave me alone i beg you
before i finally snap

see what you made me do
why didnt you just leave
dont think they wont notice
your bloodstains on the walls

but thats all they will find
the rest of you is gone
i had a meal tonight
and my teeth are rather sharp

nothing left to find
now i am alone
your presence is not here
all but your voice inside my head

now my temple throds
sweat beads down my face
i will get rid of you now
when i pull the trigger

Is that how you really feel?

bravo 😐 you sing my mind like a thrush in spring

i looked into your eyes
and fell into a deep abyss
you walked towards me
and i thought i would collapse

you pressed you hand upon my chest
and my shirt unbuttooned there
it fell to the floor
along with your pleaded skirt

the bed grew ever closer
and our passion overgrew
my hands rose up your hip
exploring every curve

you looked into my eyes
as our bodies pressed together
sweat poured from between us
as our fingers inner-twined

i open my eyes but you are not there
i have been resting, i slowly sit up
i see a picture of you that i have drawn
it seemed so real at first

i place your picture in my art book
and finally turn out the light
you are just a fantasy
but you were real for just that moment

cry beautiful

i actually started drawing this character some time ago. sweet young girl with pigtails. she wore a pleaded skirt with a mans button up shirt. her fingers barely reached out the sleeve, she either wore fishnet stockings with runs or holes in them, or she would have rolled down socks and she wore mary janes. no matter how many times i drew her, it just never looked right. it was almost like i was drawing a real person. the character has gone through style changes, eye changes, clothes changes, amung other things. i guess it is me trying to make someone out of nothing. i guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. i fantasize for someone who is nt real.

never give up on her, you'll draw her so perfectly oneday i just know it, then you'll bump into her, i beleive that when a drawing evolves when you keep trying to draw it it will eventually come out as someone real and hat could just click what your dreaming for

i could dream. i doubt anything i have drawn will actually be a real person, but yanno, wierder things have happened.

I bet you will find that girl someday

im not much of a popular guy. looks run thin with me. if i could lose some weight, i might look better.

Looks are not important. At least not to me.

I think other things are more important.