This Never Happened

The fat lady's finishing. The returns are diminishing The triumph, the tragedy : a breathing dichotomy It all looks the same to me. Revisionist history This hindsight is a cataract. This valentine's heart attack The triumph, the tears. We're showing our years in history Remember. Recall. Revise. Rewrite all my mistakes, and hope everyone else forgets My memory selective ... and overprotective It all looks the same now.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

There are no signs of conscience. There are no week-long waiting rooms Another one for your collection that serves a single use A line your grandfather wrote, a story that's been passed down What was necessity then, is not essential now The word control is vague at best. There is no direct path There are no signs of remorse. Tell your riends you are the victim here Tell us all how you just followed orders, but wasn't this all your idea ? The word control is vague at best. Is this ink smeared or my vision blurred ? There is no direct path, but the one we're on won't work Just string them up Prepare for the final stand Who will fall tomorrow ? Millions more will follow Prepare for the final stand. Will we have to pry them from your cold dead hands Just string them up.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

Broken glass and broken promise Wipe that slate clean. Why not kill that too Kill it I've suffered your silence. I've hit a brick wall I've taken my chances. I've taken the fall Will you answer ? Wishful thinking And when the answer comes I wish you would Bite your tongue ... Until you choke on blood It's over, all but the crying I promised you roses I choked you with vines We traveled the galaxies We tripped all the mines We let the days wither We let every day pass We fit like a puzzle We shattered like glass. Silence.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

I apologize, I think I have confused you With my fure of fake tears, and my self-thrown pity parties That hard road, does that story sound familiar ? Such drama, such torture, so sad it must be true I'm sorry, we have nothing in common A thief and a liar spitting stolen words Mock feelings of loss Mimic feelings of emptiness Can you relate ? Do the words hit home ? Your life is miserable. I'm just fine I'm sorry, we have nothing in common Feel for the martyr façade hook line and sinker I fooled you again And now it's over, your shoes don't fit me anymore.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

It slips away, buoyant for now It's drifting past, just out of your reach Though you swim fast, something still holds you back The current's strong, but I'm your anchor You turn to me to cut you loose But I just smile and hold you closer I fit you like a pair of concrete shoes And the water is rising So snug it's suffocating and the dead weight drags us both under Sinking in a sea of promise, I whisper everything's ok Embrace me and we'll both go under As your dreams drift away. As your dreams drift out.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

We try. We fail. We fall in line. We try again. We never learn Just like our fathers and theirs before We try. We fail. I'll follow through. I'll follow suit Pay to sleep. Work to eat. We love a cycle. Wash rinse repeat And follow through. We are proud of our fathers, so proud of them.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

Is it all a question of timing ? It sounded right in my head Is it all a matter of content ? Or something else I said ? These lips part waves to blank stares I forgot to think again These words are the cause of cold shoulders and an empty room This place is a ghost town. This silence is frightening I'm talking to a wall again. I never know when to say when It's not like there's no intent. It's not like I can't see Every time I open up ... "Is something the matter ?" This place is a ghost town. THis silence is frightening I'm talking to a wall again I never know when to say when You won't be back. December night, my third strike You won't be coming back for more. "Is something the matter ?" You won't be back.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

Leaving so soon ? You just got here Our lives on hold. YOu just got here We're only getting older Are you hiding from something ? Are you running from someone ? Is it me ?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

Don't worry, things will only move up from here ROck bottom, it can only get better A broken man with broken heart And broken dreams of being back on top ... Official crowned prince of potential When it rains it pours. Right now it's torrential A broken man with broken heart And broken dreams of being back on top ... Down, but not out. Down, but it's not over Please reconsider Please rearrange your busy schedule of wasted time And try to fix the mess you've made It's not too late to turn this around Another closing door has locked you in A midlife crisis at twenty-seven Don't worry, things will only move up from here Rock bottom, it can only get better It's not too late.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

A simple addition to the list of ingredients Will be hand-delivered to the 25% Casualties of war they're already dead to us This is not murder just a change in the catalyst Taint the supply to end the demand It can be added to pesticide distribute with a crop duster Let it rain on the fields ... fatal upon inhalation Life is sinking down. If this is a war ... We're losing This is running out.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

For most of us, sedation is wearing off This hole we dig is just an open grave So self-absorbed in our own lives that it eclipses the world around us Daily priorities ... Work. Sleep. Eat. Breathe We just don't know any better than to expect the worst We just ignore This is a learned defense What will effect us later, right now won't make a difference Don't try to explain, I admit it's over my head Maybe uneducated, maybe just disinterested We just don't know any better than to accept the worst I'd walk this line, but I find it is far too thin I'd share these thoughts, but it's safer to keep them in History is being made ... We look the other way We just don't know any better.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

You have sold my confidence Now my soul is broken You just told the perfect lie. I will not recover The perfect demon. The perfect fit The perfect reason to deal with it The perfect demon, a friend of mine A stolen moment, the perfect crime One small lie, and the world falls Three short words, and I cannot recover.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

I'm getting on that plane, I'm leaving you behind No, there's nothing you can say to drag me back Not this time. Tomorrow has arrived I may have outstayed my welcome You're the only reason I stayed this long You're the only reason I came in the first place And now you're the reason I have to leave this town You've already written me off, you won't even notice I'm gone Why sacrifice happiness and stay here to wonder why two people can't get along ? Some vicious words, well those words are not retractable This ticket is my response, and it's just as irreversible This is my final decision I've served my time inside this prison And this may be my only chance to run So I will pack my things, tuck tail and run Tomorrow my new life begins, and everything will change And I won't look back, not for one moment I'm getting on that plane.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025

Let this be my last sight And let this be my last night Two seasons in the second hand Let time divide This never happened after all This never should have been Time has come to bury me Let time divide.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Dec 08, 2025