We use to go on long walks
We use to laugh at the funniest of things
You thought I couldn’t see
That inner battle within your eyes
When you looked at me
And when you looked at her
You started taking her on long walks
You started to laugh at all the funniest things
You thought she couldn’t see
That inner battle within your eyes
When you looked at her
And when you looked at me
I guess I should’ve known
It wouldn’t end well
That you would pick her
Everyone knew
That inner battle within your eyes
You’ll pick her though
Because if you truly loved me
You would’ve never fallen in love with her

I am but an ordinary man,
I loose myself to thy desire,
I laugh, I cry, I sin,
But still I am ordinary.

You may think me a strange one,
But I assure like me,
You are nowhere but everywhere,
I am you, I am your family, I am your friends,
I am everyone.

I am there when you fall,
And there when you stand,
I give thy ear to you,
But never thy voice,
And when you’re gone I’ll be there.

And when I’m finished,
I will still be ordinary.

In the darkest reaches of my mind his loyal companion lurked,
It crouched and stretched it's many talons preparing to pounce,
After one fleeting moment it sprang from its hind legs sinking it's fangs of darkness into my very soul,
Tearing the purity out of my very being and crushing it as you would an eggshell.
Dooming me to fall into an never ending hole of anguish, forever loathing, and pain like no other.
Slowly, ever so slowly corruption pushed me deeper and deeper into a pool of dark thoughts and memories,
******* out all the good and leaving me with nothing but the cold marshes of my most darkest and gut-wrenching secrets.
He had come for me, the Reaper himself.
Damning me to the depths of hell, for my ignorance and impurity of self.
I was cursed to fall forever never knowing what was to happen or what was happening,

Leaving me in confusion and sadness......

And Death.

This is my hell...What's yours?

The gateway was usual enough; it had
A cover, a spine, a contents, a title
On the front of it, and even a long curly name
I never bothered to read. Me, myself and I
Did what dreamers do - daydreamed in the sunny
Room, created forgotten pathways, wished upon
Shooting stars, floated through mind boggling
Pages, engulfed every juicy detail of my
Favourite characters,
Slayed monsters, traded or collected

Doing nothing important.

Her heart as pure as snow
Turned dark as storms befall
The numbness creeps
And she knows
Oh she knows

Poison grows in this dark
She's drowning can't you see
Oh can’t you see
Of course you can’t

As she weeps a little more
As she drowns a little more

Behind that fake smile
Her heart is gone
No more
No more

Ignorance is bliss
But even that is gone
Gone
Gone
Gone

Twinkle twinkle little knife
Help me end this wretched life