I don't want to die
Your love is a lie
You used to sing in my ear
I remember as I lie here
My life is repetition
Your face in position
Actions become past
Your kisses were my last
What's done is done
You were my sun
My life is boring
Brain is snoring
Why do I miss you
You hurt me too
I want to have fun
But instead I'll buy a gun
My head I'll blow
My blood it'll flow
I just can't take no more
My heart is so sore
No one is here
No one to hear

What a curse it is to be me
To see the beauty in the world
But to not truly "see"

What a curse it is to be blind
To all the waving limbs of trees,
The trees I have yet to truly find

What a curse it is to be eye-less
To all the death that surrounds me
In this life I wish to see, alas I digress.

Once a miner
Was trapped in a well
Up he must dig
So, he dug very well

Dug he did do
For all the long day
And dig he loved to
But he had one say,

"I love to dig,
But something is wrong
Well's too big, or
I've dug far too long.

Once I saw it,
The top of the well
Glittering light,
Yes, that rang a bell.

Yet light has run,
Taken with my sight.
No more smiles here,
I only feel fright.

Ev'ry minute
Feels like forever.
One day I'll leave...
Or will I never?

It's getting hot,
In this deep, dark well.
Soon I will rot,
Am I trapped in Hell?"

Rot he did do
Yet he did not wake
One day he died
But long it did take

Once a miner
Was trapped in a well
For it was greed
That which caused his fell

Mouth-foamed tremors
Spineless sinners

Ashe soaked layers
Mindless prayers

Hate thy father
Love, why bother
Sad goes farther

Candle carver
Shapely mother
Child she'll smother

Feelings of bliss escape like rats scurrying
Across a floor littered with fragments of emotion,
The rodents dinner.
Among these crumbs lie memories of before.
Sadness, love, anger, angst along with many more.
Pieces of a past so dark it blocked out light.
A past so cancerous it killed God.
A past so heavy it crushed Hercules.
A past so damming that he forgot it all.