He stood with his face to the firey blaze,
The background sooty and ashy,
He told her "everything was alright, it's okay."
Violent flames lashing and smoke wisps vanishing,
It's just that...every second leads to something,
A cough, a rash...a blank wall...then some monitors,
Then you're dead, it's the same thing every time,
So why not live for good? Why not breath the air
Like you've never gotten the chance to know how,
To run like children into the woods...

*...or you're dead already.

Why do I even bother? The world is full of stupid lies,
Write this silly trash and it becomes another waste of time,
Perhaps someone will notice, of course nobody ever does,
It's just that we're ALL losers until we've "flown like the gods,"
This will be my last poem, I always promise myself it must be,
But eventually I cave and waste my time on another rhyme,
Fill the world with more useless verse that no one will ever read.

Tonight, I put my best foot forward and failed,
My poetic flop, who cares, I guess it's better
To get 6 views in 17 minutes than 19 views in 15 seconds,
But who cares? No one is on right?
So what if I stink more the better I write?

In my dreams it always begins the same,
I hear them, I feel like they are distant,
A soft voice speaks to me...whispers unknown.
It's like this place I see will vanish in an instant,
Like a mirage, a disappearing rainbow...
The other side seems so real, from another perspective,
There is this person who is answering me
In my dreams, foggy twilight everywhere...I climbed
Up high and saw the stars sparkling like diamonds
In the sky, then a vampire who seems familiar starts
To climb higher and higher...to find me, then he
Approaches and I push him away-only a fake dream,
There's no stopping me, I'm flying free, floating,
As on wings. So many spectacular things*
Then I wake up and all I can see,
All that is there is empty darkness, I can't fly,
Some waiting until I die, some day they will put out
My light and these amazing things that I dream at night.

Go to sleep...think of all the things you can not see,
These arms that for all time will never again hold me,
These dreams mean nothing. Wake up, you're alone,
Think of being in a fun place rather than an empty home,
Go to the store...you're alone at the front desk, even here,
A crowded counter but no one can really serve your needs,
Alone in all the things you do, alone and never free to be,
Alive but only breathing, isolated as on a desert island...
This is the new age we live in, lab rats in metal cages,
Fed to the point we'll pop won't make life any less bland.

Welcome to my small world...and ironically, *I am better off alone!