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Jacob Lyons May 2018
My lungs are rusty, my sweat is running
My scream is ******, my face is flooding
A broken table after a punch of wrath
The crowd stands over with a laugh
I can't describe a fire without a match
I can't fathom why I ever felt trapped
And sometimes the noise that's best
Is a window of time inside of silence
I can't describe any pain without violence
I can't fathom why I felt there was no end

I don't want to feel any more anger
I just want to feel something more
Jacob Lyons Oct 2020
I was living on borrowed time
But now I know, I’ll find my own
This felt like an unknown building
But now I know, this is my home
I wanted every answer to come
But now I know, to give it time
I used to feel an ounce of guilt
But now I know, it’s just my mind

I’m in the middle
But that is a good thing
It all feels simple
What any day can bring
I’m in the middle
Where I’m meant to be
I’m here for a while
I’ve got a life to see

I dove for affection and attention
I was a small piece of your life
Now I feed on my own acceptance
Where feeling peace brings the light
I’m not in heaven, oh no not yet
But I’ve run past the worst of my regret
I used to think this period was the answer
But I’m an afternoon before sunset
Jacob Lyons May 2018
My brain draws images of happiness
Because it's everything I wanted to see
A rainbow after the showers end
Because it's everything I wanted to be
Can you feel the iridescent?
Look at me from a new point of view
My mind was a **** mess
That just needed the colors to spew
If there really isn't much left
I'm sorry if it's become a trend
Cannonballs at the deep end
Eating my heart in the ocean
Red is everywhere though
So do I get a brand new halo?
Or will demons guide my soul?
Either way, do I get control?

It's just the way I'll be
It's just the way I see things
It's just the way I see everything

And I get to die
Every single night
When I sleep and dream
Somewhere close to five
Hours and I try
To escape this life
I lay back and breathe
And then close my eyes
So maybe instead
Of wishing for death
And thinking of red
I should rest my head
While Hell remains
For when you awake
Life passes by
Every breath you take
I guess people don't like my poetry maybe because they're long or ****, but here's just a flash of sitting down and writing. This will probably be the last song. Who knows?
Jacob Lyons Sep 2018
And if you leave, I'll go with you
And I'll do that with no issue
You are my friend, but I'll say this
Being in love can feel like ****
It's less on you, it's more on me
I'll feel the pain, but I can't leave
I wish I could skip this whole week
We both know how this ends, don't we?
There is no point in burning leaves
Nothing will change and honestly
If I burn this whole **** forest
I can't expect to save some trees
And I'm not here to **** a bee
I'd kiss the scars that made you weak
But that's not my job or duty
Only if you gave me something
Some kind of sign, who I should be
More than maybe and I'm sorry
And when I say I'm moving on
It doesn't mean that I'll be gone
If we're both meant to stay strong
Then my heart needs to move along
And once again I'll say it twice
I promised to be here for life
Here forever, for yours, for mine
Have a nice day, have a good night
Jacob Lyons Sep 2019
Have I passed the test when I’m
Left with zero negative lines?
Or have I failed the point of life
When I have nothing left to write?
At this point, I’d much rather exist as
Perfectly miserable than miserably perfect
Jacob Lyons Sep 2020
Stefan had a few questions
Wants to be taught a lesson
Never meant to disrespect
It didn’t start before it ended

Will drowned a few pills
Took to heart, “if looks could ****”
Couldn’t tell what’s heaven and hell
He just wants to be grounded still

Mike is starting to feel like
He’s picked up too many signs
Been insane, because all his brain
Wants to know is what’s on your mind

Jean had her eyes turn green
The monster in her own dreams
What comes next is a blue bruised neck
She’s single and doesn’t deserve to be
I wrote this because it’s what I saw and how I felt
Jacob Lyons May 2018
Not all blessings happen in the same week
But everything eventually comes to me
There's still a lot of life to be displayed
Grab a shield until the fears go away
Afternoon nightmares held my face
Reaper with the scythe of I'm not okay
Lucifer came, and from there I prayed
To **** every deathwish and plague

I know you haven't found a home
I know, it shows, so have
My arms, my heart, my soul

I'm gonna put the ******* demon
In a barbed wire bodybag for one reason
Don't think about hurting that girl again
Or you'll see how this story will end
You do not lay on a crown of thorns
Now see what I could use this fire for
I'm burning the bag inside of the black
And I'm taking her ******* soul back
Bonus Poem
Jacob Lyons May 2020
I should’ve known how this would end
We played the part of distant friends
I knew this would hurt like a metal fist
When I came near & barely felt your kiss
You should’ve seen my hand the other day
Shaking and trembling like a rusty train
When it comes and goes in a fiery blaze
Lungs burn, blood boils, a grueling state
I’m calling around for a saving grace
And with two bruised knees, I’ll try to pray
What was that thing you said to my face?
Honey you’ll find love but not today
Jacob Lyons May 2020
I should’ve known how this would end
We played the part of distant friends
And I knew it’d hurt like a metal fist
A strong uppercut that almost missed
You should’ve seen my hand the other day
Shaking and trembling like a rusty train
When it comes and goes in a fiery blaze
Lungs burn, stomach turns, this must be fate
I’m calling around for a saving grace
And with two bruised knees, I’ll try to pray
What was that thing you said to my face?
Honey, you’ll find love, but not today
And I never wore a frown very well
But it’s been hard, if you couldn’t tell
It’s not even summer and I already fell
I’ll buy any hope that you try to sell
Wrote this song to the melody of Inhaler’s My Honest Face.
Jacob Lyons Aug 2020
No, the drinking ain’t a social thing
The silence has been defining
So press my mind just like a bell rings
We’ll see what the hell that all brings
Cram another dose into the schedule
Right up until it’s consumed my soul
Stuff my mouth, ‘til I’m a painful full
All syllables, the argument’s controlled

The taste is fun and it all sounds sweet
It coats my nightmares with bright dreams
I can choose to become a story
But all pages can be left burning
The future is blank with a purpose
No one truly knows what comes next
I’ve got less worth, but I’m not worthless
Even when we’re getting close to it
Jacob Lyons Aug 2020
She posts on her story
10 times every blink
Gotta mind that’d make you think
Gotta mind that makes her drink

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