What is the point of the things between?
Can't we just skip to the end? Where all the lies are seen?
It's where the eyes cry, and everyone dies.
It is where you learn and grow.
But I would much rather skip that row.

What is the point of all the middle?
Skip the rhyme, skip the riddle.
Take to the end where it is warm and safe,
leave behind the lonely, empty space.

My end is very far away.
As alone as I feel today.
It really isn't an end, more of a fall
Right into the end of the beginning,
straight into the middle of it all.

So I suppose, if I must,
Then I will trust, trust the middle.
I'll stay for the rhyme, stay for the riddle.
Endure the lies, the crying eyes,
even though everyone dies.

I'll stay to learn, I'll stay to grow.
I will sit and listen, rather then skip the rows.
I will wait for where it is warm and safe,
I will wait to be alone, in my empty, peaceful space.

Am I crazy? Would I know if I was?
Do I belong here? Amoungst the common screams and constant buzz?
Next to the white hospital beds?
Where they put tubes in your throat and drills in your head?

I have screamed and I have fought,
I won't spend another minute here, just waiting to rot.
I'm losing the sanity that was once mine,
the difference between science and madness is a blurred line.

Now I'm running down long white corridors,
I'm a rat, in which they can lure.
Why was I foolish enough to dream of escape?
There is no leaving 'Asylum Estate.'

Only through fire and ice
Only through bad and nice
Only through cards and dice
Only through things said thrice
A poets way
another day
trying to leave people with more think
leaving no boat to die and sink.

How dare someone accuse?
How dare the tainted pay their dues???
The innocent are worse then the guilty.
With their petty fights and stained hands, ever so filthy.

They sit upon their wooden throne,
with the mallet made to strike home.
A lost cause, a burden they won’t bare.
How is that fair?
A soldier strikes and kills on the battlefield,
innocent child, a gun he wields.

Returns home a warrior, a hero.
Then cast aside, nothing more then a zero.
So why, oh why?
When I make people die,
why do there loved ones cry?

Why am I punished?
Why must the verdict be published?
I am only doing what I was meant to.
Yet here I sit in this electric chair.
How is that fair??

One day I will have revenge on them all.
I will watch them crawl, then watch them fall.
They will cry and whine, they will beg at my feet,
But I will just press one button and;
                HUMANITY DELETE

One, two, three.
"Would you like some tea?"
Drip, drip, drip.
Rip, rip, rip.

One, two, three.
Don't cry for me.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
Leave my sinking ship.

One, two, three.
You may mend your heart,
though not for free.
Leave my body behind,
for the wind and crows to find.

One, two, three.
Goodbye, I have sunk down into the sea.
In it's cool depths now I lay.
"Will you be okay?"
"I will be green, though now I'm gray."
Yes, I will be okay.

Can you hear me?!?!
Standing there...happy, content, normal, three things I wish to be.
Do you know what I'm saying?!?!
Faker, liar, your the sinner, your just playing.

I could scream...
You can't even see me, your too clean!
The next time you shove a bible in my face,
You'll go back with a hell of a lot more then ****** lace.

When was the last time you didn't try??
When was the last time you said the words 'I'd rather die?'
Never! Am I right?
Fooling everyone around you,
proud in the day, yet scared in the night.

I'm right here, yelling your name,
You can't here me...this is all just a game.
I'm the falling star, and your the shining beam.
You won't listen, I could scream.