Sitting here in the ruins of my life,
the future i foresee;
A chequerboard of black and white,
no middle ground to be.

These questions and expectations,
surround me like the seas;
I'm lost with no lighthouse in sight,
no one will hear my pleas.

I need to know what I've done wrong,
so i can hide the flaws;
Without locking down my whole soul,
closed up behind these walls.

I'm not a ship on the ocean,
but a shipwreck beneath;
i'm not a man on the tower,
but one who's off the cliff.

we always see her
but never beyond her mask
hiding all her feelings
know you won't even try to ask

lying all the time
this whole life is a charade
no one knows how broken
she is behind this strong facade

that permanent smile
makes us all believe she's fine
clueless that her pain
she masks in laughter drowns in wine

thinks she has it all
for they only see her best
not knowing how she tries
she's never good enough to rest

Locked away in a city of dust ;
Not keen to know or see anyone .
Emotions left to rot and rust ;
A simple thing but it ain‛t all fun .
Heart still throbs with forgotten lust ;
Thou knowest every concern is a pun .
For at hand there's too many a task ;
Yet never will be enough place to run .
Delicate glass hearts break at last ;
All becomes invincible when we become none .

We are carelessly thrown together creations ;
Living on the brink of extinction .

We are the very sign of detachment ;
No affection only self destruction .

My eyes are not wet
And yet I am weeping,
I sink with the weight
Of secrets I'm keeping.
I try to run, unable to move
I turn to flee, and find no door.
I close my eyes to obscure the sight,
And cover my ears to mask the roar.

I wish I could jump,
from a place so high-
I cannot count.
I wish I could jump,
From a place so lost-
Never to be found.

I wish I could fall,
At a speed so fast-
I will never decipher.
I wish I could fall,
Far from my past-
Never to remember.

The silence so strong
Weighing down my trust.
The believes in love
Waning by the second.

The once forgotten soul
Drowning in fear of rejection.
Too weathered hearts
Plotting its self destruction.