The days are bright
And filled with pain
The nights grow dark
But feel the same

I must escape
This unavoidable fate
I must release myself
From this catatonic state

I always knew
Must be too good to be true
Here I stand alone watching
Him walk away with you

Pain is based on pleasure
And pleasure, then on pain
Full circle is the cycle
The refuses to be slain

The crippling pain of heartache
Unparalleled highs of love
Full circle is the cycle
The pain and joy of love

If these streets could speak
Fantastic stories they would tell
From drunken nights, forgotten
And childhood heroes that fell

If the moon up high could write
A novelist he'd be
Of lover's lane and voices, insane
And pure adultery

If the trees outside could listen
Brokenhearted, they would dwell
This world once pure, this paradise
And how it has been transformed into hell

You single out an innocent child
Claiming he's a bad seed
Never given a chance to prove himself
Guidance and support is all he needs

Drugs have become the common answer
A classroom full of doped up kids
No uniqueness or originality can surmount
Shielding parents with their own eyelids

Flushing out the child's deemed impurities
Punished for something he hasn't done
Portrayed him as a problem child
Labeled him as the one

You're supposed to be supportive
Giving children hope to succeed
Instead, you ruined him at a young, tender age
Smashing his aspirations and dreams

Turning children into robots
Addicted to medication, fiends
No unique thoughts or beautiful  minds
You rob children of their being

Their innocence stolen
True thoughts hidden and unseen
Convincing them that free will is evil
With consequences obscene

Easily disposed of
In this game of Russian Roulette
A false move or faltering hand
A thought you wrongly interpret

The hammer clicks once
You've escaped death's grasp
Your life moves on
As present is now past

The shot echoes
Resounding through the halls
Life is out of reach
Before the body falls

No chance to change
The past or the now
You move through the chaos
And suddenly hit ground

Sitting and wondering
How life might have turned out
With a few different choices
Success is no doubt

You come back slowly, languidly
To the lingering voices
You've seen your eternity
Painful afterlife of your choices

The endless darkness
Lit only by furies of pain
The Bible's wrath
Has come down again

Open your book
Begin a fresh page
Your soul has been chosen
New flesh in new age

No more fire
Of earth, wind, and water
What you desire
Is societal disorder

Our sky
Another world's ocean
Our earth
Another world's hell

Our dreams
Another world's space
Where free thought
And free will dwell

Sharing a drink
We call obsession
Sharing misguided
Views and perceptions

A world lost in itself
Of its own accord
A world taken for granted
When it should be adored

A life of confusion
Terror and bliss
A life of illusion
Fear and loneliness

A future, certain
The past shows the way
For ancient revelations
Have not gone astray

A purpose, unknown
Of longing and strife
A purpose, unsatisfied
At the ending of life

A creature suppressed
Locked away in a cave
A creature unwanted
Society depraved