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Robert Sheehy Jul 2015
Beyond Me

It’s beautiful, what you and I have.
You fell into me, I consumed myself.
You don’t realize what you’ve done for me.
And it’s beyond me that you’ve stayed.

We talk endlessly, and laugh without end.
Without end.
Forever and always we always say.
It’s still beyond me that you stay.

You saved me, you know.
The darkness tends to leave when you’re around.
The thoughts I hide away, they slip away into the crowd.
It’s beyond me that you stay.

It’s falling apart, I feel it.
This temporary distraction from what I have inside.
It’s tearing at the seams, and my time has come to decide.
It’s beyond me, why you’re still here.

I feel your breath.
I breathe you in.
I know it’s almost over, so I take you all in.
It’s beyond me that you hold on.

Now you’re gone, but you’ll get over me.
I’m holding onto what has already left.
Now I hide in the shadows of my mind.
Still beyond me why you stayed.

How do the seasons change without you.
I’m drowning in the solitude.
We’re over, I’m over.
It’s beyond me why I’ve stayed.

But I won’t, and I know that.
The voices are enchanting.
The demons, they are ranting.
It’s beyond me why I’m here.

The calls of death are prominent.
My souls’ defeat is imminent.
I once said without end, I knew I was lying.
It’s beyond me, why you don’t care.
Robert Sheehy Jul 2015
Gone

I remember now.
Those dreams I had.
They told me what would happen, Dad.
This guilt I feel, it has no end.
I only wish for your soul to descend.

Those lines I wrote, they crumbled as you fell apart.
And now I’m throwing a dart at this page,
To decide whether to die or to stay.
Please come back, but just for today.
Come back now, come back now, come back now.

Show me what it’s like to live again, please.
I need to live, for you, for me.
And maybe God will set you free.

Come back now, come back now.

Please show me how to live again.
I have to live until the end, for you, for me.
Then maybe God will set you free.
Yeah, maybe God will set you free.
Robert Sheehy Jul 2015
The Depths

In the depths of my nightmares, whispering her name will save me.
In my deepest dreams, the thought of her sustains me.

Without her, the voices crowd my mind.
Without her, the calls of death survive.

Without a word, she says “stay alive”.

She doesn’t know, that my life I owe to her.
She doesn’t know, my head is a murderer.
But with her, I swear, I’ll keep life in mind.
With her, the voices keep quiet and God, have I tried.
To keep her in mind when the voices say “die”.

When the voices say "die."

Despite all this pain I've been training my brain to stop playing this game, I think I'm insane.

Despite what's in spite of us, clearing my mind has just,
Become a game that my brain will play, and I know that someday I'll find myself dying inside of a hole that will swallow me, please don't remind me of what's deep inside of me... Please.

Without a word, she says “stay alive”.

The fall of my pillars.
The fall of my killer.
That day will come, but for now I'll make fillers.
I’m drowning, I feel her.
My soul is now sicker.
The day has not come, I'll cut off my tongue,
Keep the thoughts inside... it's okay, I tried.

And I'm fine, but I'm not that's a lie, I keep filling this void to replace what has died.

To replace what has died.

— The End —