it wasn't the bottle that killed me, but the lies that wrapped around my throat as you said "I love you"

Domesticated angry shouts,
Across to different man.

Manipulated creatures,
Being driven by their hand.

Indoctrinated to follow;
Throw out their creativity.

Kneeling at the altars,
And blessing flightless wings.

NEVER SWIM THE OCEAN FOR PEOPLE WHO WON'T JUMP A PUDDLE FOR YOU.

The railway is a silver line
piercing through the gloom
of this lonely place.
The night train’s slowly sliding by
shining in the moon
lighting up my face
and it makes such a lonesome sound.

The full moon is a cruel friend
beaming cold and bright on the railroad track.
The night train echoes back again
ghostly in the night,
never coming back;
and it makes such a lonesome sound.

The north wind blows into my soul
filling up the void that the night train made.
The night train is a memory
that I can’t avoid as I make my way
and it makes such a lonesome sound,
such a lonesome sound,
such a lonesome sound.

Your messages are like the sweetest candy
I can't wait to unwrap them and taste each one

Maybe let our hands hold each other as we're walking down a busy street
You say some simple words to me but they feel like a masterpiece.

The Grim Reaper reaches deeper,
Over-eager to catch a keeper,
Create another ever-sleeper,
At the expense of ever-weepers.

Playing heart-string harps, his hand extends,
Lost in searching, he transcends
O'er prayers and pleas. He descends:
The catalyst of anguished ends.

A terminator of life's coda,
Enternally, he fills his quota.

No words more honest
Than those that fall
Unbidden from my lips

To a harsh gown of thorns
That encompass the earth
Judged and torn apart

By a one of a nobler birth
Could I compete?
Would I dare to be so harsh?

My sheets thinner
Than the water you drink
Did you catch me

Just to throw me back
Over the brink
Like an arrow

On fire at night
I would blaze out
Into endless night

You can not call me back
But yet I may return
Born and burn and beautiful

Like every other life
Not any brighter
Than you existence

Not any higher
For an resistance
To fight and lose

Or die and win
To make the battles
For you to win

You kisses un-gentled
You scent so torn
Between heaven and earth

All these scars were born
To travel up and down your limbs
Seeking for a harder way

To get within
To thrive under you skin
As thin as paper

To kiss you lips now
And taste it later
Like sweat on your brow

And the blood in your veins
I traveled around
Yet am hard to be found

As desirable as leaves
In a much to harsh breeze
Grown from the ground

Reaching for a sky
That sings and flies
And will ever fake to die

Dark clouds and burnt skies
More and less than butterflies
To not find your rainbow

Or be your sunshine
But to be yours
And you to be mine

A looking glass
You can never clean
Like double lenses

I am trapped between
Caught to a mortal form
Bound by your emotions

Would you release me
Don't just let me go
Push me away

No one will ever know
They are to absorbed
In their own laces

They never looked beyond
To see other beautiful faces
To trace the lines of your soul

To care if you were part of whole
To extend a hand
And grasp another

I found a hold
Hold  me close
Tight as a knot

I was neither given nor bought
Just an exchange
Don't let us trade hearts

For you would lose yours
But I will give you mine
So you can bind it inside

Right next to your heart
It will learn to thrive
It will never be lost

And never quite whole
But at least it will live
Next to your soul

Warmer than the cold
And as faded as dawn
Keep me inside

Or let me move on
To say goodbye
To lovers and friends

So ubruptly it ends
And I never knew when
So say goodbye

I never knew
It would be our last kiss
Was it something you needed

Or just something you missed
You can't press me
Between dictionary pages

For when the storms come
Its my temper that rages
Bound by paper

In handcuffs of ink
And when I begin to drown
Its you who lets me skin

Closer than kin
Thicker than water
You stole my father's daughter

She let you come in
But locked the door behind
So whatever happened

The lock would always remind
You of whispers
Hidden oak

To weave them inside
A memory cloak
What is found is found
And what is broke is a joke