Deep breath, exhale
And the forces of nature will listen
Walking and the worlds  behind me
Like wind is pushing so I can come through
Kindness, confidence, love
It’s going to be okay

October tastes of deception
filled with empty hearts
and empty souls
looking for a place to call home

October tastes like a man
who is all bark
and absolutely no bite
trying to impress but doing less

October tastes like lies
fed from your mouth
tongues burning on my skin
leaving marks within the dark

October tastes like
everything you truly are
and nothing you think
you are from within

I prefer the gray.
I don’t want to choose between dark and light.
I like it that way.
No one can tell me if I feel alright.

I prefer the gray.
It can be whatever I want it to.
I like it that way.
Why pick joy or pain when both can be true?

I prefer the gray.
An aching heart can have a smiling face.
I like it that way.
Why must my emotions have their own place?

I prefer the gray.
What you think I mean is for me to know.
I like it that way.
When the words confound you just let them go.

I’m a dreamer.
Call me a daydreamer if you must:
with my eyes open, mouth shut
got my legs, I’m following.
I do not lurch for I will be cuffed!
I’m not dreaming...

Some days like today,
I feel weak, everything seems bleak,
And a voice inside me begins to say,
The dead ones are free.

Some days like today,
I feel like I've been cheated,
Off of the life I really wanted to live.
I cheated myself and I can't live with the consequences…
So the voice inside me begins to say,
The dead ones are free.

Some days like today,
I need help but I'm scared to admit,
I'm not suicidal, don't put me on trial,
Maybe if you can sit and listen,
Maybe you'd hear the voice inside me beginning to say…
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
The dead ones are free.
And they want us to just see.

Involuntary pain and sensation
The emotional suffering of its goodbye
Too chronic to articulate
Seeing is not believing they mixed up the words
Hanging on like my limb
Pain in my heart, empty of blood
I am cognitive but confused and euphoric
I feel it, yet missing
I see the hallucination of oneself
Trauma to the heart
I feel it. Yet missing
The phantom pain
You are gone but I still feel the pain