It's the voice only I can hear
The one that calls and screams
So many horrible things
Over taking my logic and reason.
It tells me to stop...
Seducing me into submission
It tells me to stop...
To just quit now
There are no reasons to continue
No reasons to continue
No reasons to try.
I have nothing.

This voice lies to me
Telling me I am worthless and unloved
The voice tells me to stop...
So I do.
Just for a second.
I quit.
I test it
Wonder how bad it could really be
To just stop...
To simply give in
And to never again
Breathe.

I miss what we had
What I thought we had.
I miss going out and being carefree.
I miss you being excited to see me.
I miss the secret kisses,
The late nights hiding out
Holding each other close
Being far away from the world.

I am a cereal killer
Devouring Life is a thriller

Snap, crackle, and pop
I make the flakes drop

Stalking salubrious crunch
Murdered for breakfast and lunch

My appetite for Trix is voracious
For my Lucky Charms, I am gracious

Mud & Bugs haunt my soul
Desecrating Grape-Nuts whole

Yea, I'm Nut n' Honey and Cocoa Hoots
Krispy Kritter Krave Fruit Loops

I'm a cereal killer
Yet a community pillar

Can't comprehend why it's a crime
Unrepentant, I'll massacre cereal every time

Days when your eyelids are too weighty to support are a struggle;
full of stolen minutes and seconds of sleep.
When backs are turned and pens are writing,
eyes snap shut for  quick break from reality.
Sweaters turn into cozy blankets,
and dimmed classroom lights become an envelope of darkness to fall into.
Lectures and faces blur
as the windows to the world close in slumber.

WHAT'S riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three Rock
Would nourish his whim.
Live he or die
Amid wet rocks and heather,
His ghost will be gay
Adding feather to feather
For the pride of his eye.