In my own way...
...i love
...i despair
...i succeed
...i fail
...i fight
...i crave
...i sin
...i suffer
...i admire
...i despise
...i feel
And I celebrate a hopeless and boring life...
...i ponder about a life not lived
...dreams not fulfilled
...hopes broken
...opportunities not taken
I could have done so much better
But I just couldn't do it
I'm alive now and may not be in the very next moment
And if I don't witness the next sunrise
I will still celebrate my somewhat unsuccessful existence
And I will always be grateful for all the things I've gotten in my life...
...Maybe I was a misfit or simply misunderstood
...But God knows I tried...
...and in the end that's all that matters

When you write your broken so well it breaks me, what should I say?
Tell me, you’re good with words.

Or do I turn away, drop one of those hearts we all keep in our pocket,
aware of how small it is, worse still - how hollow?

With the foxes guarding the hen house
And the chickens running loose
Where would we all be by now
If we had the freedom of choice to choose

Running around with our heads cut off
As they pluck us to the bone
In which to stuff their king & queen size beds
With what little left we own

What used to be normalcy
Let the four winds blow
These days it's more than hard to keep
Foxes in their holes

With nary a hint of the secrets they've kept
Sly foxes that they are
Please be our guest to the latest mess
America's chicken yard

Your eyes don't see me
I talk to you and you don't hear me
I can't reach you
A layer of rubber covers you
I would like to tear it up
and yell at you
All my love
All the love you gave me
My pain feeds on
your unwitting words
Fragments of you lost
One tear at a time
Fragments of me torn
Thrown into your oblivion
A crumbling rock
I fight with a sword of nothing
I can't win
I can't save you
I can only love you