I was running with my friends outside, we were playing on the tire swing, and jumping in and out of the tree fort. Me and my friends...we had a lot of fun. Isn't it a bit morbidly funny... I had no idea that this was the anniversary. No idea that years from now I would be gone.  I don't think I even knew I would end up gone, underneath the ground, bits of dust.  No one who is young ever gets old, no one who is healthy ever gets sick, no child even knows that they will die. They pretend to understand, and perhaps they think they do, but they don't.

It is sad to look at these things from above...To know that it is over.
Time seems to go so slow, but what I have learned is it does not matter, how long life feels like...or how long it actually is.  Because eventually we all die and it makes no difference how long it feels our lives were. so make the best with what you have, but it's all in vain. We both know it.

Then I opened my eyes, and he was still there, and he said: "Go to sleep son I'm here, there is nothing under your bed."
"Good night Pa."

All my herbs have lost their taste,
and all my spices are now sand.
My rosemary is still fresh.
I've always hated rosemary,
it tastes like garbage.
So the question is... do I put it on my meal?
Is it better to have a blandness in my food,
leaving me unsatisfied?
Or put on the grossly distinguishable flavor of rosemary,
to add variety, for the sake of difference?

Your Love is like the final ember.
It will die, there is no way around it.
but it's warmth forces us to grow closer to it,
even though it's bound to fail.
so be weary,
do not rely on that ember for life.
It will not last long.

There was once a spider,
all the creepy crawlies and tiny bugs know about him.
This spider was a Cheiracanthium punctorium to be exact.
It had a legacy, not a noble one.
It was the leader of a nest of spiders, (this is rather unnatural, but it was an evil spider and had killed the mother.)
It had also killed every fly, beetle, toad, grub ladybug and grasshopper it saw.
Years later, across the globe, there was a fly.
who was put in charge of a group of other bugs.
the opposition would yell, constantly:
"He is the next spider, he will **** you all he IS THE SPIDER!"
This of course is not true.
does anyone really think that this fly, if given the opportunity, would do what the spider did?

do you even realize?
you're total non entity,
in the steps of the dodo,
a soon to be has been,
you're just passing by,
you don't seem to get it,
you wont be remembered,
you've left no footprint,
you'll only live while you breath
stuck in a waterfall,
beneath the legacy of my cat,
we wont remember you,
you'll be a name on a stone,
a useless speck of dirt,
that's what your trends are worth.

If you see me on the steps,
of the tattered old church,
perhaps I have made a little progress.
Dunwich is a tough place to live,
but the folklore is rich.
In fact, if indeed I am sitting along the steps,
I would be right near a witch and a vampire,
a few ghosts,
and a revival of my spirit.

I've got five songs in my head that just wont come out.
My book is kinda a bore,
but who am I to pout.
Its just kind of frustrating,
to sense some potential.
In fact its a little degrading.
The light of the radio seems to be fading.
It's not my only light,
but it is much more invading.
My guitar is too loud for this time.
I can't wait to have my own house,
but I'm just too stagnant its a real tough climb.
I've got too many aspirations.
I have no starting line.
All I know is there are six or seven.