There is nothing more than a photographers dream
than a sunset over a blue clear river.
Its just on the beauty but the peace you must feel
Your heart melting to the golden glow of the sun.

But its not of the view
to some anyone could a have a a van to take the love of art
But must don't feel the fullness of the work

There is nothing to a sports players dream
to win every day
The fans yelling your name and calling you the because after every goal

Its the beat of the music to get you going
Notes after the other and tap of your foot to keep the play

No story to write itsself but the holders mind
The wonder on the world and people that say its home

The teaching of each lesson to the kids that have brains
The thinker to the doer.

You see there are more to what it seems
It all has its flaws
But they are all the same
It makes you happy.
By Me

This is me, a sneak peak into my mind,
This is where my thoughts and I hide
This is the terror inside

The outside is a lie because
This inside has died
You will run and hide once
you see the things inside

Don't worry
Its not all that bad
Just  not when the demons climb outside
They dig me in and out

Showing claws sharoe as light
Dark shadows to dine
They are all the same
As what has killed me in the start

So there it is, the sneak peak
Where my thoughts and I hide
This is the terror inside.
By Me but help with are friend

I am more broken than I seem to be. Because there is nothing to this goldening mask just lines of glass cutting through the ice of this soul. And it sits on my face to hide the pain. No eyes, not even my can bare to see. The mess that was once so clean. Angels Will never help my forgoten glow, it was lost in the sea cold. Now to I, death will never be old. Shall I be more broken than I seem.
By me

Tonight i will not look under the bed.
The monster is already in my head.

Not the pain that you feel like throwing up
Not the pain that women gets on their monthly
Not the pain when you get kicked in the *****
No the pain that you feel when its your birthday and no one cares
but the pain when you head is spinning and you can't do ****
and the quietness of the pain is driving you up the roads with no lines
no loud music
no ******* bugs that make you want to boom the yard
the loud yelling of stupid kids outside
but the pain of nothing
the pain that you ******* head doesn't even know that your in the ground
the nothingness that you feel
you start to crazy and think that you can hear your heart beating and think you can hear yourself breath.
You mind starts to realize that your body is cold and in a box six feet in the dirt
But that's not the worse part
when the pain you start to feel is just you head telling you that you are dead and its to late.

Not the pain that you feel like throwing up
Not the pain that women gets on their monthly
Not the pain when you get kicked in the *****
No the pain that you feel when its your birthday and no one cares
but the pain when you head is spinning and you can't do ****
and the quietness of the pain is driving you up the roads with no lines
no loud music
no ******* bugs that make you want to boom the yard
the loud yelling of stupid kids outside
but the pain of nothing
the pain that you ******* head doesn't even know that your in the ground
the nothingness that you feel
you start to crazy and think that you can hear your heart beating and think you can hear yourself breath.
You mind starts to realize that your body is cold and in a box six feet in the dirt
But that's not the worse part
when the pain you start to feel is just you head telling you that you are dead and its to late.

I can feel the sun
the warmness on my icy skin
the skies are blue and bright
but still there is something not there
The waters are cold
the wetness of the sand feels just right on my feet
but its not all there
The happiness of the people
are flowing off them like a gray cloud raining
But still something is gone
everything is here
the people
the sky and the waters
But nothing
yes nothing
there is something
but nothing