Is the mind usually a place that will darken your soul?
Or are poets simply looking through the wrong places?
Why is it that death trends more than life.
Why is it that depression trends more than happiness.
Is there really something wrong with sleeping at a bed full or roses
and a cup of tea?
Why do those roses always have to have thorns,
and why does that tea always have to be poison?

How does it feel,
knowing that you live in a world where cancer is dominating & destroying the people you care for,
How does it feel,
living in a world that will one day burn to the ground by fires.
How does it feel,
knowing that most of the people you see everyday have an STD
that you cant even see?
How does it feel,
knowing that one day  you will have to fight for food to provide for your family.
We live in a world where movie theaters are being assaulted
and many people are killed by those with psychotic illnesses.
We live in a world where it becomes common to see signs of people
missing everyday.
We live in a world where we hear news stories about a man who
is high off bath-salt eating the face off another man.
And these stupid people start believing that there is such thing as zombies.
How does it feel to be so aware of everything all the ******* time.
You don't know what it feels like,
you don't know that you are being devoured by everything around you.
They say it's all in your mind,
you must be seeing things then.
They say the way you think is not normal,
you must be special then.
I don't care about the world,
and you can't do anything change it.
How does it feel to be helpless?
You tell me.
Because i want to make this world worse than it already is,
I want to make these nightmares real,
so that you can see what i see.
Can you see it now?
You're the exact same as Me..

What is love?

love does a lot for you,
it rescues you,,
it helps you.
love is a trap that will set you free,
people fear love,
they only fear losing it
they only fear not being able to give it.
love makes everyone happy,
it's so powerful it could make you someone you never imagined to be,
love attracts me,
the feeling of having you next to me,
the feeling of wanting to take care of you and kiss you every moment of everyday.
it can be your medication,
it can be your potion.
it can be your obsession
it can be your passion.
love will take you to places you wouldn't have gone on your own,
and it will take you there and you'd never want to leave,
and if you do end up leaving it will only take you to a place that is twice as perfect.
perfection is beauty,
it's somewhere we all want to be.
You come to a realization that you can find love with a person,
you can dwell in it as long as you want to stay there.
it's a connection that cannot be broken,
that connection could raise your kids,
that connection will spread your blood so that others could love.
my idea of love,
Maybe I don't have a clue,
Maybe it's something new,
each time you think about it,
you hate it,
but you could have it if you wanted to.
love isn't forced on you
like a person who is obsessed,
it won't chase you,
and it will always be there.
my idea of love,
is with you,
and this story,
will never end.
it will go on creating generations and generations,
love is What you keep,
not What you deny Or reject.
think about love,
and it will be like an expedition,
walking through the waves,
Sometimes there's an earthquake,
and a tsunami will hit you,
but it's Okay because you can hold your breath forever.
Once it's all over and you take that breath,
you will realize your life is everything you've ever wanted.
And your life will go on,
with someone you were meant to be with all along.
Congratulations,
Take a look around,
Love has set you free.
It's the only reason why you're here.

There's a man at the door,
Waiting for you to open it.
He waits forever,
But forever is only so long.
Forever may not be enough,
Because he's waiting outside a home that no longer exists.

This man would bring you flowers,
But you'd probably burn them in your chimney,
As you drink your cup of poison.
Maybe in your eyes,
These flowers will follow you to hell.
Don't you worry,
Because they'll be there waiting for you.

This man would give you his life,
But you'd probably possess it,
Control it as if it was your own.
You'll possess this person,
And express feelings of nothingness.

This man would give you his heart,
But you'd probably inject it with happiness.
The happiness will work like acid,
Eating through it until it disappears.
Allowing it to become addicted,
So that it would one day run cold.

This man would give you his ears,
So that you could hear his heart beat,
But you'd probably tell him the secrets of where you truly are.

The man waits,
In silence,
After forever passes he will no longer have the heart he once had before.

The man walks up to the door once again,
He knocks a little harder this time,
He drops the flowers at the front,
Years pass and he's still standing there,
But the flowers disappeared.

He is growing white hair on his head,
He is so old he has lost his hearing.
The venom evaporating through your door is  causing him trouble breathing.

The man goes down in his knees,
Hand to his heart,
Wishing he could hear the wind,
Wishing he could see you again.
He looks to the ground along with the children you had,
This man is your husband.

The love for you is killing him,
Everynight he sits at the side of the bed,
Praying to feel your presence,
You're not there.

Once again the man goes to see you,
With flowers in his hand,
He drops them on your grave.

"I miss you,
I miss your beautiful face,
I miss your smile.
I miss your happiness.
I continue to grow weak,
I promise I will see you soon."

Your husband goes home and makes an attempt to stay strong,
He is finally able to sleep.
This is after he's waited forever,
He realizes there is one thing you left behind,
He turns and looks at his kids and says, "I'm sorry."
he kisses them on the forehead and he tells them things will get better.
"I love you."

The sun is out,
The sky is blue.
There's kids at the park,
There's people in the dark.
I sit down and I spark, I spark and I spark.
The cigarette in my hand,
The blade filled with black in the other.
Standing with his brothers;
He walks with his bald bowling ball shaped head;
shoulders back,
Chest prideful,
Head up high,
Someone gonna die.
Hundreds and hundreds,
Killed and tortured
Shotguns to the face,
Knife wounds to the body,
Machete to the neck,
Headless.
DECAPITATED,
His thoughts are reckless;
see them growing as his hair begins to grow;
One year later,
It's night time,
The sky is black,
The children are asleep,
The adults are drinking tea.
Me?
I'm telling you a story,
Of a kid who was left alone in the dark.
Monsters under his bed,
No weapons but a flashlight to keep them away,
Monsters in the closet,
Monsters in the mirrors,
Monsters from a cave,
Monsters in his head.
Monsters are DEAD.

Flashlight on the floor,
Silence, then a creaking sound at the door.
A man walks in,
This man is his dad,
"Son, you forgot your Teddy bear."
the kid was happy,
The kid was fast asleep.

Little Does he know,
These Monsters are real,
These Monsters are everywhere he goes.
These Monsters are outside,
Going around attacking the innocent.
These Monsters belong in a cage,
So the bald Brother grabs his blade,
Puts the monster in it's cage;
he feeds the monster everyday,
He makes it stronger,
He waits and he waits.
For the monster to be strong enough to break free,
And when it is,
He'll keep it's head,
For everyone to see.

Some people are crazy,
Some people have self control.
Those who struggle for self control
Are crazy in their own mind.
No one could see it,
And now a days people could only understand What they see.
The only problem is they are blind,
Their amount of patience is killing them.
Be patient, and let things come to you.
Be patient, and let everyone else eat off your plate.
Be patient, and give whatever is left to others.
So that you will have nothing left,
And be patient,
Because if you aren't, you will come to the mentality where no one will cone to help you.
I guess in this world,
We cant help but to let ourselves think that even our own family will let us starve.

It's a ****** feeling to come to think this far,
It's a ****** feeling to give and deny yourself.
Isn't it ******,
How we can be so selfishly aware of the way we feel?
For that reason,
**** the way I feel,
And also **** everyone.
Because when there's nothing left on your plate and you have nothing left to give,
They will in no doubt feed off you like cannibals,
Until you have nothing left to lose.
And What will you say?
"I'm trying to understand these people."

Ask yourself What this story is about,
ask yourself what the moral is,
And you will become afraid of the reality,
You will deny your thoughts,
And you will tell me I'm wrong.

If you come to the conclusion that people will only keep taking,
And your patience is too much,
Then you are the same as I am.
The same as everyone else.

As the same as they do,
You will take from their plate,
And when there's nothing left you will eat them,
Because of your selfishness.
If this world was any different people would be offering you to take of their plate every single day,
Would you?
or will you make the decision to keep hanging on to your pride,
If so.. go ahead.
Keep trying to understand.


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