My world was once painted in different colors

of curiosity, emotion and passion

The world used to be wonderful without order

with words flowing around unpredictable motion



Art gave me feelings, laughter and crowns

Art made the world wonderful with all its sparkles

It pushed me high up, I don't wanna go down

I stayed up and happy as I ran in circles



but reality crushed the colors within me

tainted in black, seeing gray, and blinded in white

a life once blissful, flying so free

now, I feel like a helpless and controlled kite



Days continued on as my soul starts to drown

Light and colors gone, this seemed like a fallout

Art left me alone, with a rusty crown

Art left me for a reason I cannot figure out

Sudden surge of countless unknown emotions

Rushing current of seemingly lonely waves

Swept my soul in an unstoppable motion

With my its core all crushed and impossible to save

The burning sensation across the air
The tingling feeling down my toes up to my hair
All the things I never thought I'd do
Well, now I did, because of you

Hot and dangerous, oh I shall burn
From chilly ice to the fire I turned
Warmth of your fire all across my ice
Melting me softly, as my thirst they suffice

Oh sweet fire so exciting and warm
I would never thought I'd dive right in your arms
Sweet fire the burn you gave lingers from within
Oh sweet fire, everyday, for you, I'll gladly sin

My soul is exhausted,
it whispers for me to rest
But my heart says, “Fight. Don't give in. This is a test.”

My brain says “Do whatever you want.”
and  it wasn't a lie
So I dropped my head, held your hand tight
while I hoped to die

I took the leap knowing you were waiting down there to catch me
And now I felt like I am falling endless

Broken, beaten, down on both knees
Screaming, crying, as my world suddenly ceased
Down on the dirt and eating the dust
The luster of once sturdy metal, now filled with rust

Broken beaten, won't anyone look my way
Screaming, crying, don't know what to say
Down on the ground and digging my grave
For in all certainty, I can never be saved

Do you ever get that feeling
of wanting to just lie down
and pretend you're dead?

oh wait.

Perhaps I'm one of those
who gets up, smile and goof around,
and pretend to be alive.