should i go first
or should i follow behind
i dont know what to do
i dont know what to think
the unknown is another stress
another game to win
another puzzle piece
another 'thing'
take control
dont wait
because im too lost
to know what to do

like a stone
hearts should be
like an open box
minds should be
like a thing unknown
our love is shared

when the moonlight shines
the darkness fights back
when the troubles fade
the sadness presses
when the love strengthens
the logic gives up
when the hate is no longer there
the love remains distant
when the time is short
the events keep piling
when you are gone
the moonlight, troubles, love, hate, and time miss you

the smile
the charm
the love
the care
no one can take it away
the hate
the anger
the loathe
the rage
only you can push it aside
the sadness
the loneliness
the hurt
the sorrow
we all feel it at some time
the feelings
the lessons
the light
the dark
everyone goes through their ****

distractions distractions
all around
keeping people safe and sound
distractions distractions
dont go away
or then we'll be left here all astray

chained down
nowhere to go
the dust gathering on my shoulders
while the skin dries more and more
the tears have been long gone
the darkness surrounds with its laugh
causing the worn down doll of my soul to jump
placed so high on the shelf of endings
that there is no point of fetching a ladder
the dust stirred with the wisp of a young love
the soul struggles to get out of it's bearing chains
the beautiful love fights off the darkness
the chains drop
the soul is free
the magnificent love is hand in hand with the soul
but wait
this story must not win right now
the love is put in the malicious grasp of darkness
scared
the love fights
but with one smack
the love falls
souls moan
cry
scream
darkness laughs
the original soul falls down to its knees
kisses the unbearably cute love
and as all the other souls break free of their chains to revolt
the original soul falls down to a deep sleep
of which to never return

the butterflies fluttering
around and around the anxious stomach
the rush of the wind flowing
through and through the tangled hair
the spinning thoughts
rolling and rolling within the disturbed mind
the nondrying sweat
dripping and dripping down the nervous body