The first time i died
It was quick to start slow to end
It was my own fault
Heart ripped out by sin
Good bye cruel world
My dearest friend

The second time i died
It was slow to the draw
Cruel fate played out like a slow crows caw
Till your soul had leapt
My screams echoed in the hall
Hello world i see your still hear
Just as i had deeply feared

The third time i died
It was pain stakingly slow
It started long ago
I died many times
Each time death i got to know
He became my friend
How i wished i could go
 
My heart had left
My eyes had wept
Away my soul had crept
Life went on and my body i kept
Till finally i was put to rest
My last thoughts came
I did not want to go

My dearest friend
I shall only ever miss your now and again

My life fits on my back
 But a single bag
The life i led
To where this is all i had
Couldnt fit in a thousand pictures
Or a million words

How do i explain how i got here
How do i explain what i forgot there

With a half empty sack
The load on my shoulders is heavier
Than the load on my back
But heavy that load is not
Compared to the load on my heart
Thats the best i got

Across my body a story is scribed
 it tells of a boy that lived through hell innocents dies
The reaper never lies

Follow the crows

Life moves on he grows cold
A gas mask protects
Evils in the air
So a gas mask he does wear

Follow the ravens

A latern alight
on a star void night leads to safe haven
guides him through the trees
Where his fears whisper in the leaves

follow the rooks

Around the castle
the nobelest of the kings men
Straight forward
ready to die for him

Follow the magpies

and youll find the cat and the hatter wisdom in madness
neither matters to the boy
who thinks like the latter

How foolish one must be
to believe you can live
and not die a little
For life is a beautiful lie
Thats why its such a gift
an empty box
filled with a blank slate

Dreamers dream a powerful thing

many feel few grasp
The strings of a dream
To thin for thier fein
The voices scream
Play safe
follow the path
conform for a "good" life
Two kids one wife
A square picket fence painted white

life passes
disappointment is left
A void
Hungry for adventure
Turned to starved
Then dead
Now a husk of a man
His life never led


Throw away a  guarantee
for a  mere shot at a dream
unhinged the shackles
and followed your path
not the one ****** on you
By societal rule
Feed your soul dont be a old fool