Looking in your eyes,
Hoping you will decay.
Unleashing all your everything,
So I can get a taste.
Wondering if when you crumble,
Will the townspeople fix you up?
Or will the pieces stay where were left,
Even though we all know that's not right.

Can I keep a part anyway?
A souvenir for all the trouble?
Can I sleep with a smile sketched on my face,
Even if it's from denial?

If plants can overgrow,
Then we as a species are obese.
Leaves make trees more beautiful,
But fall has rid us of all of them.

We are a rotting tree in winter,
And our demons live inside.
Hibernating the fear and angst away,
Since they can't afford to hide.

Everyday we pray,
No groundhogs will be afraid.
So spring can spring upon us,
And feed our many roots.

But Mr. Groundhog,
Doesn't show up.
All he does is paint sliver linings,
And keep our hopes up.

With the sun keeping spring a secret,
That only fools know.

Ever walk into the dark hoping you'd get grabbed?
Ever held a knife's blade dreaming of the stab?
Visioning all that's wrong,
And all the ways to make them right.
Staring into the night sky waiting for the first glimpse of light.
Suddenly the light hits you,
The moment you look away.
Reveling all the scars,
Reminding you of the old days.
Each one of them was painful.
Each one of them made me smile.
Now I wait to be finished off,
Covered in oil,
Ready for the fire.
When I ignite my eyes will be on the night,
Standing there motionlessly on fire.
The unending pitch black night sky won't look as bad,
As the smoke raises higher.

This is my revision of the dark,
Picture a fire in a park.
Peaceful,
Indifferent,
Ignored by all.
A child watching,
Holds her doll.
And in her eyes,
There is the sun.
And the revision,
Has begun.

I held it in my hands, and felt the god in me.
I can **** you, or I can set you free.
"What are you doing?" they asked.
"Having fun." I replied.
"I wonder if a tiger would allow me not to die."
Squeezing it they named him "Frank".
I called him "Dead" as I picked it up by its leg.
Begging they asked for his second chance.
So I let it go and watched it dance.
Then I saw myself again.
A spider waiting in the shadows.
I cheered Frank on to get caught.
So nature could take course.
But Frank didn't want to get taught.  
It hopped away,
Missing it's lesson about life.
And the spider starved.
Everyone else happy,
I was just in awe.
It had cheated death twice.
****** Frank...

Why haven't we ******?
Guess it's just my luck.
Never taking what I think is handed to me.
Too deaf to hear too blind to see.
Caution my play pin I like to say put.
We will never know till we know.
Can't stop on red always on the go.
Maybe not so fast.
Maybe I'll come in last.
Chasing the burning sting that is too corny to say.
Found it in a barn.
Who would have guessed it'd farm?
Used to have eyes bigger then it's space.
They'll never understand why he was sent away with a case.
Walked away to jump into the same pile of burning hay.
Was he lost or found?
Did he make it safe and sound?
Was the case alright?
Did anyone cry that night?
Now his body donated to the naughty will finally get what it wanted.  

Casual ***, not so perplex, never has to be a next, or an ex, just ***.

Can't you see all of the ****,
Gathering at the bottom of the pond?
Slowly gathering,
All sin, plague and harm.

Let it all drown there,
Leftovers for the fish.
Eat it all up,
Before you go on their deep dish.

After which we will eat,
And gain the evil we fed you.
Taste of our own medicine,
What's worse we aren't even insured.

Hindsight came too late,
Right after I finished my plate.
Now everyone is falling over,
As my eyes start to close.

I fade away as I float away,
Going down down down,
Then I realize what I am,
I am the **** that drowned.