I walked a lonely path once,
through mountains and valleys,
through deserts and woods,
till I stumbled upon a crooked cabin.

You sat on the front porch,
silent.
Yet you're smiled screamed,
"come in."

And so I did.

The floor was shaky,
and creaked with every step I took.
You offered me a bed,
my own little nook.

I smiled and accepted,
and quietly, I rested.

When I woke in the morning,
I found your on the porch yet again.
You smiled and stared at me and I stared back,
then you asked if I'd be you're friend.

We spent years in the crooked cabin,
painting walls like waterfalls.
Trickling down to the ground.
We planted flowers,
and trees,
and watched the bees,
as they thanked us the flowers,
with golden honey.

I could never leave,
I was at peace,
until one morning,
I opened my eyes...

Working hard,
for a dream I can't achieve.
Your words,
the words of the world,
weaving in and out my head.

Everything is easier said than done,
that's why actions speak louder than words.
You can preach or you can pray,
in the end,
their just words.

I live in a fantasy,
where I feel happy.
To feel and to be are two different things,
but feeling is good enough for me.

Someday, someone will tear down the sunset wallpaper,
and the walls will crumble down on my precious fantasy.
And when that day comes, I will die,
but for now,
let me be.

I stumbled upon a mess,
a blessing in disguise,
my bitter sweet demise,
in the form of a girl.

She carried on her back,
a burden so heavy,
it had her unsteady,
and ready to snap.

I took her weight and carried it,
from mountain high to valley low,
through brutal rain and knee deep snow,
till we reached an impasse.

She could no longer carry on,
unless someone took her burden,
unless someone kept to their word,
and took away the pain.

And so I did,
silenced her tortured soul,
one big bullet hole,
in the side of her head.

And it just goes to show,
with a heart as black as coal,
even the girl with a tortured soul,
can teach you how to love again.

The shattered mirror tells the story,
of a girl who said she had no worries.
A girl who thought she wasn't pretty,
what a pity.

A girl who thought she wasn't thin,
or at least not thin enough.
A girl who would **** to hold someone's hand,
but couldn't find the love.

A girl who spent her Friday's alone,
in her bedroom crying.
A girl who didn't like the idea of living,
and preferring the idea of dying.

A girl who rose,
only to fall,
and lose it all.

A girl who took,
a precious life,
in the middle of the night.

The shattered mirror tells the story,
of a girl who said she had no worries.

The rain dances on the rooftop tonight,
making quite the racket.

It's not like I was going to sleep anyway.

The man with a crooked smile,
in the newspaper today,
makes my heart heavy,
and leaves me with nothing to say.

Hair wiry and tangled,
as was his mustache.
Man, he was unrecognizable almost,
if you glanced too fast.

Looked like a skeleton with skin,
so sickly and thin.
Said he was arrested for the possession,
of the drug ******.

I took a sip of my coffee,
shook my head and smiled.
I always knew the kid was wild,
my best friend from high school.