Tossed into the darkest reaches
Left with no hope or light
Thus it is here I must drown
In utter blackness, angry chasm

Reaching 'round nothing is here
It is emptiness absolute
When beaten down and left to die
Long out of sight and mind

Questioning what is it that exists
Down so deep, naught must be real
Save me, help me believe
There is more outside my prison

Half a million light years away
physicality holds no meaning in a realm so distant
scream, scream, scream, on another planet do you not yield
shooting stars, meteorites, could they stop a force
the force of desire weaving cobwebs within my heart

When it is all gone
puff of smoke, a life with no value
no love, no soul
dust in the wind says Kansas ye?
so when you look at that fancy car
when you smile at night clutching your gold, young Midas
what is it you are seeing might I ask
is it a moment within a moment
the light in your eyes dimmed by materials
and the love in your heart a solitary stone
smooth like glass, as cold as ice in the bitterest winter
what is it you see?
a tiny world, one where there is no pain
but if you saw outside that you would see there is pain
you would see there is no material
and that  love is the most fulfilling when you have it for others
the one constant that lives far beyond a grave
who do we remember most?
the tyrants yes, that is true
who else do we remember though
Bob Marley, John Lennon, Martin Luther King, Gandhi,
so many more
full of love and peace
a fight they had for this love
these messages are an idea stronger than a grave
but your gold, it will not whisper love to you when you leave
your car will rust and decay like your flesh
the beautiful house will become dilapidated and abandoned as so many do
like the house that was your heart when you denied love and chose shiny things
those pretty things bring momentary happiness
but life is a moment
a mere whisper
gone like dust in the wind
what will you remember
what will remember you
most certainly not an idea like paper
it has no thoughts
but love it will remember
an echo for eternity
love

If Gods do have a God
and the cycle is unending
where did it begin
does a beginning even exist
I think I just destroyed my mind
otherwise this cannot be proven
and wise the usual way cannot be proven
pondering is the best way to find an answer
even then no answer is to be found
so what the hell is going on out there
in the abyss of our space
do you ever imagine
the billions of planets
what is going on
does it ever devour your mind and consume you
as it does mine
when I think about it truly I go mad
this planet, corruption, evil, hatred
what if some other planet is Utopia
and if so
why am I on this one
for peace is what I crave and I see it when I look into the milky way
so when gods have gods
are they criticized
who is the ultimate creator
or was there never one
how the hell did it start if ever
or was there no beginning
and with no beginning is there no end
SCREAM

Is it ******* or raw passion
that has my mind begging
to lie you down and let me devour
nothing more appeasing
than your moans and sighs
no thought to my own satisfaction
for an appetite is satiated in your ecstasy
it has me pondering though
repressed passion?
a control freak
or a pleaser?

I am lonely yes
sometimes I love it
some moments I crave
to recede into my darkness
fill this paper with thoughts
lose myself in music
float off into a fantasy land
one where I am not me
but I must be alone to do this
sometimes I need to be alone
sometimes I love the life of a loner

I saw myself
in a fire
up close, raw, unedited
I did not personally enjoy seeing it
deadened eyes
they seemed so **** empty
hollow cheeks
pale in comparison to when I was a child
a frown so deep
it could probably cut ice
brows creased with a fury
at what I know not
the entirety of all I used to be
emptied
who is that I am looking at
echoing in the flickering flames

Tears rain down endlessly
from the skies, from our eyes
imagine the day God's tears rain down acidic
painful and tainted from centuries of travesties
eroding the wasteland we so artistically painted
with blood, sweat and hatred
casting the Earth in turmoil and oppression
one more great flood, inevitably washing clean
creating fresh canvas with which to paint

Allow me if you would
to rot within this created decay
decorated in pain and despair
inescapable when seen for what it is
created by my own hand
but it is that, my own creation
so I ask again
allow me to lie down
caressing my sweet creation
a mind corrupted by corruption
yet still turned to the North
seeking its own way out
the final footfall
wherever that may be

Like fade to white, fade to black
snippets eroding in and out
flashes on the screen
obscured in white noise
your lips
nose
moans
am I dreaming
when I am awake
I drown in your dark hair
when I allow higher brain function
and your eyes
float on clouds for eternity
I feel more at ease in the night sky
looking down
sighing, my breath the wind upon this planet

I am not so pretty as you think you know
broken inside, lonely and lost
I am unsure of what it is I really am
when is it I last did grow
and when the ugliness you truly come across
will you be as a lion to a lamb
Ah, alas I do want to be all that
all that which is so beautiful
so torn up I have been
can I achieve these dreams such a road how do I arrive at
these thoughts give light to an epic struggle
If you can give me the answer then please do by all means
Who am I?

Drip, drip, drip
one after the other, the build up
no sewage system in which to leak
mind becomes a cess pool
am I so bad, trifle yes
to bring down such wrath in the raindrops
drip, drip, drip
overwhelming
more depth for a fractured mind
sobs seek the drainage pipes
seep into the darkness
no tunnels here to catch the incoming flood

Eventually....
        I might
                   give up
       for now I keep dreaming

The birds have ceased their singing
It is morning dearies, where hath thy gone
Or is it my mind that has grown quiet
Suppressing that which brings my heart to smile
Listening closely, yet still feeling so alone
Tears well up, drowning in such a lost, lonely thought
Come back to me little birdies
I need you to sing me awake

When saved is not what is sought
bathing in and relishing the ignorance
blinded to words, numbed to compassion
it would seem every man for himself
none for all and all for none
they will eat me alive whislt cackling
while I lie drowning in tears
sinking deeper than the roots of the oldest tree of life
kneel down and lose the will to fight
pondering why it is I would cry
what would be the point of bounding through the fires of Hell
when they themselves do not seem to care
then a stranger smiles at me for no reason
and I remember

Alone
Like a man must
Standing
Face to the wind
Clinging
To nothing
So
When it rocks you
Balance
Is in the mind
And
Not the world
So
If you fall
Your
Feet are still
Planted

Shaping the world with words
Sparking within me a desire to follow
At this point lyrics are what keep me alive
My veins turn red as I swallow it all
Were I to let go of this one aspect
It may be true to say I would drown
My lips surface the ripples whilst I read
The captivation of that so powerful when meant
Words

Am I not too overwhelming
drowning even myself
still waiting
for thee to turn and flee
how hath thy not done so
apologetic
for I fear thee
not thee
but the power thy hold
within thine heart lies a key*  
to the lock that would consume me
please, I beg of thee
do not use said key
let me lie in thine heart
*for eternity