nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?

The only question is
"Why?"
The only question I have
Is "why?"
"Why am I"
"Why can't I"
"Why do I"
"Why should I"
"Why..."
Just,
"Why"

No longer sleeping
He sits awake in a forest of dreams
Shrouded in darkness
No more light to his path
He holds onto his pillow
Surrounded by the demons that haunt him
No longer knowing what is real and not
He clenches the pillow to ignore the pit in him
Suffering silently slipping off the edge