Hello I'm Torra
How do you define a word without concrete meaning?
To each his own, the saying goes, so why push to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree is where you want to be?
People can never be these, and anyway, when did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?
The outside belongs to others.
Only you should decide for you......what it perfect.
(I didn't write that, it's from the book Perfect: Ellen Hopkins)
~All of what you are and used to be,
Can never hide from what's inside.
Infect the mirror with your shattered smile so broken and wide,
Living with denial so satisfied.
Well what they don't say,
Ignorance is never bliss with death by your side,
Your life is blurred like a dream so cold and white.
Addicted I am while I'm watching you cry,
Alone in your garden of Eden where you,
Throw yourself away,
You're in God's hands now.
Do you fear the dark when all the lights go out?
Do you try and run from all your memories?
Never forget I'm your keeper,
You're in debt to the reaper...~
The Keeper Of The Crow
When your loved ones must depart,
He carries a great scythe,
Used to cut out hearts.
Death brings great feelings,
Of sadness and pain,
But when he comes for you,
It'll be happiness I must sustain.
Death is who I call upon,
To destroy my enemies,
But when it comes to you,
A different fiend you'll see.
As the lights dim down,
In the streets of hate,
Another night falls,
As you realize your fate.
The stage is set,
Come see the show,
He'll hang you up high,
And let the pain flow.
You're the kind of worthless,
The kind he hates the most,
He'll tear the life from your body,
Leaving you a worthless ghost.
He dwells in the halls of Valhalla,
Waiting for the great battle,
He's so swift; The only noise you'll hear,
Is your own death rattle.
He is a God of Gods,
Much more fearsome than the Reaper,
I have but one name for him,
I call him the Keeper.
He's the keeper of two great wolves,
Who hunger for your soul,
But beware his flying pet,
Because he's The Keeper Of The Crow.
The Keeper brings me promise,
That your death will be slow,
He promises me that you are in,
For more pain than you know.
The Keeper is my companion,
He'll bring you pain and hurt,
While I sit here laughing,
You're six feet in the dirt.
No matter if it's famine,
Nor freezing in the snow,
One day he will come for you:
The Keeper Of The Crow.