I was once so alive
and the world was so colorful
If I open my eyes will the color return?
I know this hurricane.
I’ve felt these waves.
Will You calm the storm in me?
I can’t help but think this is only routine.
I bow my head but where is my faith?

Where do my words fall?
Am I the last thing on Your mind?

Long Beautiful hair
locks and locks and locks
I cant help but stare
eyes of the fall
I want to prevail through it all
and win you over as quickly
as I wrote this poem
I just hope one day
I can not have the stress
to know we can both just go home
and not be alone

You were never in my head
but you were everything
the thoughts that perish through my thickened skull
and my broken soul
you left an imprint
that was stuck in my mind
a waste of time
i thought the words that i said
made more sense in my head
and until that day comes
all shall always dread
the day to come
ill burn in hell
for the thoughts that i've had and the things that i've said
ill burn in hell

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But I said
id never count the seconds or minutes
my time will come but i can only wait
but cant admit it
that when it comes
ill lay myself down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to seek
my only choice now is
the gates of heaven or hell