Death comes knocking at my door,
My footsteps echo on the floor.
Because of time, I know it's him;
Who else would knock at 4 AM?

Opportunity comes a'knocking,
Watching, waiting, sulking, stalking.
The clock is ticking, ticking, ticking,
Time's conniving, tricking, tricking.

I tilt my head and listen near,
His breaths outside still reach my ear.
He's come to taunt me, nothing more,
To flirt with me behind my door.

I want to run, to back away,
but fear has frozen me in place.
Fear and footsteps, time and lore;
Death comes knocking at my door.

You ask if I’m depressed.
I’ll have to say, it’s true.
If you wouldn’t mind,
Tell me, why aren’t you?

Aren’t we all depressed?
Or do zombies roam around?
Do you see through colored glasses
All the bodies on the ground?

I’m certainly depressed.
If you aren’t, you might be slow.
The world burns around us,
As they’ll all burn below.

I’m naturally depressed;
I have great pity for our kind.
If you call yourself content,
I assume you must be blind.

I’m incredibly depressed.
The standards are so high!
I can’t keep up with social trends;
They make me want to cry.

Of course I am depressed.
If you’re not, then you’re insane!
Life is so demanding,
And existence equals pain.

So yeah, I am depressed.
Doesn’t that make sense?
This world is like hell,
But slightly less intense.

I’ve said that I’m depressed,
And I’ll stand by what I said.
Society is torturous;
I’d much rather be dead.

I am a hero of shattered glass.
The girl in the mirror is my second half.
Her heart is freezing as she meets my eyes.
She isn’t like you; she sees through the lies.

I am a hero of shattered glass.
I try not to cut anyone in my path.
The moonlight casts an eerie glow
On all that I pretend to know.

I am a hero of shattered glass.
Who are you, that you might trespass?
Love me or leave me, whichever you drive.
I may be broken, but I’m still alive.

The sun dances with the ocean,
His forbidden love.
They perform forgotten motions;
The horizon bleeds above.

The ocean dances with the sun,
And she tries not to think.
For surely as they’ve spun,
Soon he must come to sink.

The sun dances with the ocean,
And tries not to despair,
At the bewitching notion,
That soon, he’ll leave her there.

The ocean dances with the sun,
But now, he must take leave.
He melts away at once,
And she is left to grieve.

The silence will speak, and it will say
All the things my words can’t spell.
The silence will scream, and it will convey,
The emotion my words can only call hell.

The silence demands your attention, so hear:
These are the things that my words failed to say.
The silence is waiting, so listen my dear,
To things that force my lips to stay.

A love unspoken is twice as sweet,
A beauty that you don’t hear and don’t see.
But it tears me apart and my lips cannot meet,
So the silence will try to say it for me.

I clutch at my ears, and yet I refrain,
From offering even the quietest mention.
Deafening silence, crushing my brain,
Complaining that you are not paying attention.

My brain is a train,
Left the station in the rain,
Crashed directly into pain,
Now derailing and deranged.

Who drove onto the tracks?
Put their car into my path?
Now I’m burning in the grass,
Watching everybody pass.

No one’s calling 911,
Do they think I’m having fun?
They look like they cannot see,
Now they’re walking straight through me.

And I just can’t believe
I can’t get up to my feet,
I’m drowning in gravity,
I’m just another tragedy.