Debate your fate
Dont subdue to the hate
Give back a fight
With all your might
Free yourself
From the ever imprisoning gate
And walk towards hope
The shining light

His best friend was his subconscious
To request an audience with his accomplice
Loneliness he had to accept, alone he was,
I digress. Nevertheless, he kept his pain in silence
Feeling trapped in his own head, like a mental asylum
Instead of unconcealing the sorrow
He kept things unsaid, so his state of mind would remain unread
And would embed the notion that life has stopped dead
And would endlessly pray for a better tomorrow
If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound?
If not, is a lonesome man who is crying in pain not exist because no one is around?
The thought of waking up to another day of isolation
Drowning in his misery, he needs help to breathe
Rehabilitation would be as simple as love and attention
To help give this man a life where he can believe

Searching through the fog
Looking for someone... don't know who though
Calling out, but I'm just talking to myself
Like a teenager's Tumblr blog
A girl appears in front of me and I mumble to her
"Are you the one?"
But she grins eerily and begins to walk away
So I chase her, hoping she'll stay
I promise her things; empty words to try and sway
She stops as I run by her side
Glides her finger against the corner of my eye
Brushes her lips against mine
As she says bye and disappears in the blink of an eye

You see nothing
But, you see everything
You see what is right
Yet, you see what is wrong
You're seeing everything around you
But, everything around you is irrelevant
Bringing it to a state of nothingness
You see what is right to society
Yet, what is happening is no more right than it is wrong

A mind so full of thought;
Yet so far from emotion
A understanding of lust embedded in his mind;
Yet so far from a notion

A symbol of endearment;
Yet to be discovered
An ethereal touch;
To his soul; to be recovered

Which do I choose?
When given the choice of either:
A bullet to the head
Or a knife to the heart
How do I choose?
When I know the result from either:
Will be the end of me,
As well as impossible to recover from
Why do I choose?
How did I get myself into this. either:
From being in a state of limerence
Or finally finding someone who appreciates me
What do I choose?
I need to make the choose and either:
Use my brain, take the knife and perish
Or follow my heart, take the bullet and be in forever pain

Infinite universes spoken of in a finite verse
It's an injustice of the one's life's lack of justice; one's curse
There's a means of escape with no desire to pursue
When torment keeps dawning, you let it seek you
It's not beneficial to erase the weight on your ankles
When you're free falling into despair regardless

Wrap my own hands round my own throat
To promote less dark thoughts I don't condone
Pause the oxygen to pause the mind
Don't want to think, but want my thoughts to be heard
Excuse the oxymoron, heart & head aren't intertwined

I want to be out with my woes from the get-go
Mental foes bring back past memories
Sentimental tows that make it hard to let go of these jeopardies
Rental on feelings, conscious numb alike to leprosy
Spirit claims heresy, conscious won't succumb to its beliefs
I'm in disbelief & empty, like a sword unloyal to its sheath
My joy is brief, not plenty as there's sorrow beneath
I beseech I see tomorrow