It used to be quiet here.
In my mind, but now there are voices
I find myself lost in nowhere
They always make my choices
who would I be if
my voices didn't exist?

I don't want to go to sleep
Sleep means being dragged into the deep
Its' arms will hold me down
Only so I will not make a sound
I scream in my head
"I am sorry"
But what I say makes
people worry.
I swear, their aren't people in my head
There's just one person
I think he wants me dead
He whispers into my ear
"please do not fear
now let's try this over again"

Times have gotten pretty bad,
But it's our responsibility to get through it,
Yeah life can be pretty sad
But a solution isn't hiding in closets.

I mean sure we all feel some type of pain
But we cannot expect it to just STOP
And although some days are filled with rain
We should try to be at our top

But remember, nobody's telling you to fake a smile
Because what's the use of bringing more pain
You only have one life, so make it worthwhile
And that is all I have to say.

How do I create lyrics
to a song I've never heard
How do I find something
that's never been discovered
So why am I looking for something
that'll never exist
while being stuck
in my mind's abyss

It's a silent world
An empty abyss
Snow around me, whirls
The world's best, just like this
Piano notes dance,
around my head
Every key, intense
Each moment
Piano keys dance
They Prance
Piano keys,
They dance.

Ink drips off a snow white sketchpad
It seems to form an indistinguishable blob
The artist didn't think it looked that bad
As she breathed in, her heart began to throb

The pencil drew ink as it glided along the canvas
It ranged from blue, grey to white
Until it hit the color of her black abyss
the artist started her internal fight

Her strokes curled into oceans
Each one drew the darkest of blue ink
All her oceans cried broken,
Her art meant more than you think

how is it to feel?
and have it all be real
how is it you woe?
and not let people know
How is it you paint?
With those red colors that make you faint
Why is it I care?
you tell me not to, and that's not fair
After all the things we've been through
Why wont you let me paint too?

They say time travel is impossible
But what they say is not plausible
You don't have to visit your baby crib, to time travel
You don't have to endure all your previous battles
Just bring back the feelings you got from those moments
Because those feelings belong to the past
and the past always lasts

"Well doctor it's like this"
I've been stuck in this abyss
Since I've been depresses
I've been swimming in a plague of sadness
Somebody needs to cure me
No, not cure but secure me
Everybody has a story
Even though mines is lonely
The first two words start with this
" I'm sorry"

I . . . am afraid
To regret
to be aid
to revenge
I feel fear
the end is
near
it's inevitable
this future
it's coming
this moment
I do not want to be aid
But I cannot help but say
"I . . . am afraid"

Through the looking glass
She wonders
If she will end up like that
Like that with her lover
But let's hope like that
will be sooner than never

No soul likes falling
no soul at all
Because falling means breaking
your fragile heart

She will forever seep down the walls
Her soul and essence are seen in the halls
Her glowing brown eyes and soul watch you
In her eyes, you'll see the pain she's been through

No sound could be heard, no sound at all
As the girl of the past died at dawn

      "you'll die you'll burn maybe then you'll learn"
The **** said to the Jew
  "I'll die I'll burn and maybe then I'll learn what in the world I did to you."

She cried into her sleeves
Holding a child between her arms
She could here the bustling thieves
That wanted to cause this child harm

But no such thing
she will let happen
For as long long as her tears feels
Protection was with this woman

there was a long time ago
a while when once was born
the future was already sculpted
the past was already torn

The time was when the Earth was fresh
the grass was covered with morning dew
The leaves and grass swayed happily
for that was all they could do

No such thing called man existed
No such thing at all
deceit , treachery , and hate was fiction
And nothing was made with flaw

No child was born with the flaw
only the knowledge of bliss
only taught to crawl
I wonder who taught them this?

A child's  first color is white
not blue or gold or pink
a mans last color is red
the color of the wine he drinks

I spend my days wondering why I existed
What was it I could change?
I spent my hours questioning justice
but was it really worth it?
If justice was as solid as my existence
why is it being questioned?
"**** the murders capture the thieves!"
is what they say
but in reality justice is just the will of people who can change it.
"Justice is what's right"
but do we really know what's good?
Are we really....the intelligent species in this scenario?

the ground doesn't seem that far from the roof
but how far is it when you're falling?

forget it
I'm done
I quit
forget it
that insult really bit
forget it
This is what you wanted
just one question to ask
now who will be taunted?

there's a little girl with wings
she has light brown hair
and talks of many things
she has honest eyes
but when you see her
know she never lies
that's my little girl with wings
she's very shy
but she loves to sing
though she may cry
I hope you see her
because time flies
tell her I promise
this time I'll never say goodbye

I was struck
on the day of extinction
I was confused
on the day of elimination
the seashells rung
in it's glorious tune
but it seems our opponent
is not immune
So we win the battle
because of the seashells
joyous rattle

She had a power
That nobody knew
she had a thing
that could eliminate you
She had the mind
of a million men
but yet
every now and then
despite her horrible vengeance
she silently sat
using her kind intelligence

I don't turn back
as I stare at the screen
I don't try to crack
some personality in me
I have every inspiration
and it's all for me
even though it goes to a certain degree
I silently sit
weeping my poetry