Black and white,
the starry night.
Suns shine bright,
darkness consumes.

Both the sky,
and my mind.
Over time,
I will collapse.

Love relapse,
fall into the past.
I lose my grasp,
on reality.

****** right in,
by my own sin.
I let it win,
I'm giving up.

Losing sight,
of real life,
I'm trapped in an illusion,
delusional again.

I'm hearing sounds for the first time again,
but they bring back faint memories,
that sting each time I try to remember them.
I've hit the reset, involuntarily,
like so many years before.
Now I'm learning to crawl,
to feel,
to see,
to breathe.
Nothing I learned is there,
all swept away in a flash flood of disorder,
leaving me speechless,
and tired.
I just want to sleep.

Sitting on,
his front porch.
Watching, the people,
as they walk by.

Wonders,
what will they do?
When it's all over,
the end of time.

He's gone off the deep end,
lost in his thoughts.
He's gone off the deep end,
lost on his thoughts.

Lost in,
all his thoughts.
Thinks the worlds ending,
when it is not.

Screaming,
his prophecy.
Always asking himself,
what can't they see?

He's gone off the deep end,
lost in his thoughts.
He's gone off the deep end,
lost on his thoughts.

Laughing,
at people.
No one, had listened,
to what he said.

Now we're,
fading away.
Destroyed, our planet,
now we're all dead.

We've gone off the deep end,
can't save ourselves.
We've gone off the deep end,
killed our planet,
can't save ourselves.

I once carried a corpse.
I caressed it over my shoulder,
and walked for hundreds of miles,
bearing its extra weight.
Dragging my feet beneath me,
I moved from town to town,
and in each cheap midnight motel,
someone asked me,
"why?"

But I never listened.

I trekked onward,
through snow, sleet, and rain.
Through blisters, blazing heat, and unbearable pain,
till I reached the gates of hell.

When I arrived there,
the gate keeper looked me in the eyes,
and smiled.
I handed him the corpse,
and turned to walk away.

Then he asked me,
"why?"

I stopped.

Silence.

Then he asked again, elaborating,
"why do you bring me your own corpse?"

I smiled,
and walked away.

Every year, I age,
another wrinkle on my face.
I'm getting older,
and time ain't gettin' slower.

My hands tremble and shake,
my back almost always aches.
I know I ain't gettin' any younger,
but my love is always gettin' stronger,
for you.

And when I lie in bed,
and rest my weary head,
I thank God I'm next to you,
but now it's time to thank you for what you do.

For being my wife,
for being my lover.
For giving me a life,
like no other.

For being there,
for always caring.
For showing me a love,
that's never ending.

But now I grow old,
and soon I will die,
and when they day comes,
do not cry.

Just remember,
how great my life was,
and all because of you,
all because of your love.

It’s the end of the world,
and there’s nothing you can do now.
It’s the end of the world,
turn to the crowd and take a bow.
It’s the end of the world,
why are you acting like it’s a surprise?
It’s the end of the world,
you’re the creator of your own demise.

Sitting on the couch,
watching the news.
The world’s in panic,
why aren’t you?

Thinking about her,
now you regret what you said.
When you only have a few hours,
until we’re all dead.

It’s the end of the world,
and there’s nothing you can do now.
It’s the end of the world,
turn to the crowd and take a bow.
It’s the end of the world,
why are you acting like it’s a surprise?
It’s the end of the world,
you’re the creator of your own demise.

Some people spend time with family,
others go out and steal.
But you sit there alone,
thinking this can’t be real.

You wish you never said those things,
to your family and your friends.
Now you have no one to be with,
right before the end.

People in panic,
the governments corrupt.
Streets filled with panic,
the government can’t cover this up.

It’s the end of the world,
and there’s nothing you can do now.
It’s the end of the world,
turn to the crowd and take a bow.
It’s the end of the world,
why are you acting like it’s a surprise?
It’s the end of the world,
you’re the creator of your own demise.

I've been living on the redline,
under the shadows of the souls who scamper above me,
the lifeless and the mindless,
walking in straight lines through the city.

Concrete womb that cradles the broken,
enables them and helps them lose their minds,
to the place they call home, they scamper blind,
I tell you now, this is no home of mine.

I'm living underground,
beneath the city that buried me,
and left me for dead,
in a metal coffin,
hoping I'd wash up in a new prison.

Amongst the filth and rats,
I'm a lesser but I have more than many,
to most, I'm just a burden,
only a few can see that I offer plenty.

They stare as they squabble,
so many words fill the air without a meaning,
depriving us of peace and unity,
the trains steel as cold as the community.

I've been living on the redline,
a vessel away from all the smoldering hatred,
some think we're forgotten,
but they're the ones we're trying to forget.

Seasons come and gone,
grey ice fights the waves.
Sun stretches its arms,
its reach not far away.

Warm air pockets come,
cold air fights to maintain.
A steel grip on my soul,
but it slips away.

Sitting on stony earth,
the most comfortable I’ve been it weeks.

Hard ice gives away,
to soft embracing mud.
Wind whispers warm secrets,
of sweet summer love.

Holding out for hope,
the brighter future fades,
taken by the sound,
of an invasive plane.

My age is carved in the trees,
in the bark that breaks so brittle.
My age is sown in the sky,
that looks down on me, so little.
My age is blended in the seas,
and carried upon the waves.
My age is deep in the dirt,
in the intricate ant maze.
My age is the sun, the moon, and the stars,
the nebulae and black holes,
the reckless behaviors of the young and old,
my age is the ever expanding universe.

Today while I was at work,
an elderly couple came through my line.
Their faces were heavily wrinkled,
aged over time.

The man greeted me kindly,
asking for paper and plastic.
His voice was rough, raspy, and weak,
and most certainly unenthusiastic.

As I bagged his groceries,
I watched as he talked with his wife.
The woman he had to chosen to be with,
for the rest of his life.

Once we were done ringing up his food,
he reached out to pay.
His hand trembled when he extended it,
as I continued to survey.

"Debit?" he quivered with uncertainty,
as the cashier kindly took his card.
"Just confirm and sign right there." she said,
as he concentrated very hard.

Bent over slightly, eyes squinted,
he shakily signed his name.
A receipt printed, and was handed to him,
"Alright, have a great day."

I turned to the man and his wife,
and smiled as they smiled back at me.
"Thanks kid, don't work too hard!",
he said to me gleefully.

I nodded and smiled as they slowly waddled away,
and headed out the door.
I watched as they left, out of my sight, and thought,
there has to be more.

There has to be more to this measly life,
than just what I can see.
There has to be more to this pathetic life,
which means nothing to me.

The thought of death, it scares me so,
and leaves me shaking in fear.
My mind is clouded, thoughts a blur,
nothing seems to be clear.

The thought that someday when I'm old,
I'll wake up and think to myself,
"Welp, this is the end of the line,"
is really something else.

Because to be quite honest, I don't want to have to think,
"this is the final stretch."
I would rather not have to confront,
such an evil as death.

I don't want to face a wrinkled face,
brittle bones and a deteriorated mind.
I don't want to grow old, or die alone,
or face the powerful Father Time.

But then I remember what I saw today,
and it makes me realize how I will survive.
The man had a love, his wife, his soul mate,
which kept him alive all along.

So I will face my wrinkled face,
and I will face brittle bones.
I will face my deteriorating mind,
and I won't face them alone.

I will love you all my life,
and I will make you my wife.
And we will fight Father Time,
together, side by side.

Every second we blink is a second we miss,
a second to a minute,
a minute to a lifetime.

Every second we hate is a second with a grimace,
an ugly, twisted anger,
misdirected and ill-tempered.

There's no sense in hating when loving is easy,
see the good in the people,
the heart and the humanity.

But instead we choose not to see these,
and we invite the evil,
right into our souls.

If only we saw the potential we have,
our species misguided,
our love is unbridled,
our hearts undecided,
our minds are divided.

Love is compelling,
enough to move mountains,
till then, it stays dormant,
under rock and granite.

An empty carcass,
beaten to death.
Left for dead,
in the concrete streets.

Cracked and all dried up,
it follows the breeze,
like autumn leaves,
dead and yet dancing.

The ground will open someday,
swallow you whole.
The sky is black as coal,
your soul will wither.

Like the carcass, you will die,
rise from your sleep,
deep underground,
but for now you suffer sin.

So is this,
our last ballad?
Our love is,
an animal locked up.

Skin is cold,
room is quiet.
All we hold,
is our own hearts,
in our hands.

Do we feast or famine?
Do we unite,
or say goodbye?

Is there love here?
Enough to sustain?
Are you afraid dear,
that with the outcome will be pain?

Do we feast or famine?
Do we unite,
or say goodbye?
Do we fear the phantoms,
of our past?
We will crash,
and burn.

**** it off,
like a dog,
wasted and grey.

No more use,
just refuse,
to let it in.

It cries all night,
it begs for life,
took it away.

Keep it caged,
locked away,
from the girl.

She will scratch,
want it back,
what's hers is yours.

Dangle it high,
towards the sky,
above her head.

Make her fight,
make her cry,
make her beg.

Then throw it up,
take the gun,
and end it.

I woke up,
from a dream,
rooms was cold,
and serene,
hands were numb,
eyes were young,
opened the shades,
let in the sun.

Walked outside,
looked around,
took in all,
the sights and sounds.
Man, am I,
happy to be alive,
sun shining bright,
my life has just begun.

And so I ran,
into the fields,
and I let,
my wounds heal.
An open space,
the feeling of grace,
as the wind,
brushed my face.

The world was wide,
the world was small,
before my eyes,
I saw it all.
I felt love,
and felt bold,
till one day,
I grew old.

My skin shriveled up,
and my heart,
weakly puffed,
and I stop to sit down,
and I felt,
the sights and sounds.

And then I lied down in bed,
and I rested,
my buzzing head,
and I closed my weary eyes,
and I slowly,
faded into time.

Cement stained with tears,
men have come and gone.
Replaced by their fears,
nothing left to lose.

Look them in the eyes,
tell them it'll be alright.
Then put them on the back burner,
show them what you think they're worth.

Families are cold,
hungry and scared.
Did you ever care?
You got your fair share.

To break a man's will,
is to tear down his pride.
Replace him with metal,
make him obsolete in his mind.

Man is not an object,
humankind as a whole.
We are irreplaceable,
we are indispensable.

I sit at Robert Frost Farm
On a bench so tall my feet can’t touch ground
I move them around and pretend I’m sitting on a cliff
But I’m surrounded by twigs
And dead yellow grass

It feels like spring but it looks like autumn
The trees are still bare and the landscape barren
Stripped down and beaten
Like a hollow survivor
Waiting for sunlight and just a little water

I sit here blindly like a silent on looker
I stare right through the tattered survivors
An old lady in the distance yells something friendly
But I can’t hear her so I stare and smile

The collapsing sun,
of a civilization,
once one,
engulfs the flame of the modern day mind.

Ignorance blinds intelligence,
and social stigma,
is irrelevant,
in a modern day world run by reality TV.

Modern day man smears predecessors,
but in the end,
supports their successors,
as long as they continue their reign of *******.

Nature suffers from a crippling disease,
modern day man,
brings her to her knees,
and beats her to death while wearing a blindfold.

We do all we can,
to destroy ourselves.
Modern day man,
we think all's well.

I spent the day,
down by the bay.
The sea salt air,
flowing through my brown hair.

I dipped my toes,
in the water, so cold.
Sent chills up my spine,
as rain fell from the sky.

I walked on the docks,
as birds flew by in flocks.
They cried out my name,
I may be insane.

The words in my head,
make complete sense,
to me.

But when they come out,
when I shout,
they always end up being opposite,
of what I thought.

I never mean any harm,
I never mean to hurt anyone.
But in the end, everyone runs away,
I can't help me!

But I can find,
comfort in me,
when I'm down by the sea.

When I'm lost,
and alone,
I am truly at home.

I'm running my hands through my hair,
ripping out the loose strands.
I'm finding nothing in our lives,
goes just as planned.

I'm tired so I rub my eyes,
but nothing seems to satisfy that itch I have for sleeping by your side tonight,
isn't this a wonderful life?

It's six years of burning tears,
broken hearts and confirmed fears,
that everyone I know goes away in the end,
just like Trent Reznor said.
And every day is a new fight,
and I don't know if I'll make it out alive,
so when I rest my head at the end of the day,
I thank God I survived the fray,
because under the circumstances,
I shouldn't be alive,
but I am,
so I'll take it.

On the brim of dawn,
on the battle torn fields,
where the lilacs flow,
we will never yield.

Swords may clash,
with the shield I wield,
but we will never run,
we will never yield.

Flesh meets with sword,
sword meets with shield.
Battle cries are shrieked,
we will never yield.

And when sunsets,
on this ******, beaten field.
We will stand tall,
we will never yield.

Sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil.

Fertilize our mother Earth,
our crutch since our birth.
The birth of man began the end,
for man and Mother Nature are not friends.

Modern day industry saturates our minds,
with pretty toys and fancy cars alike.

We feed into the killers, as Mother Nature dies,
our bodies and our minds, both industrialized.

That's why I plea,
for the sake of you and me,
sons of the sun,
come together as one.
Fester and boil,
melt into the soil,
and save us all.

The world has become so grey,
forever shining stars fade away,
behind the clouds, evil, grey,
they no longer illuminate your eyes.
And to who's surprise?
A storm is forming over the bay,
gale force winds have the sailors running astray.
And the orchestra plays,
tugging at the strings of my heart,
using my pain to make an art.
And the thunder rumbles loud,
and the lightening lights up the clouds,
and the rain is falling sideways,
and the winds blows evil away.
And the skies are pitch black,
and the thunder and lightening crack,
and the storm, it devastates,
but it cleans my heart of the pain.
I walk along the wreckage,
seeking a new message,
seeking a new blessing,
am I messing with fate?
Am I testing fate?
Am I early or late?
What did I create?
The storm washes it all away.
And the thunder rumbles loud,
and the lightening lights up the clouds,
and the rain is falling sideways,
and the winds blows evil away.
And the skies are pitch black,
and the thunder and lightening crack,
and the storm, it devastates,
but it cleans my heart of the pain.
And when the sun shines down,
through the cracks in the clouds,
the orchestra will play,
and the sailors will sail.
The bay will be calm,
the storm will be gone,
and I will start again,
I will start again.

I don't need you anymore,
don't need your gentle kiss.
I don't need you anymore,
your lips are venomous.

I don't need you anymore,
you're just another disease.
I don't need you anymore,
so don't come crawling back to me.

I don't need you anymore,
don't need you in my life.
I don't need you anymore,
so don't ask if I'm alright.
Don't ask if I'm alright.

I don't need you anymore,
don't need the love you give.
I don't need you anymore,
don't need your ****** twist.

I don't need you anymore,
don't need you soothing touch.
I don't need you anymore,
don't need your adrenaline rush.

I don't need you,
I don't need you,
I don't need you in my life.

I don't need you anymore,
don't need your alibi's.
I don't need you anymore,
don't tell anyone you're mine.

I don't need you anymore,
but that doesn't mean I don't want.
I don't need you anymore...

You're my imperfect harmony,
my never ending symphony.
Lost and insane,
we surrendered in vain,
to the game.
Love has no shame.

Lost and insane,
we surrendered in vain,
to the game.
Love has no shame.

Our love,
can never be broken.
Our love,
is like words unspoken.
And only gets stronger,
over time.

Our love,
cannot be outspoken.
Our love,
will forever be unbroken.
And will last until,
the end of time.

My heart is always open,
and is larger than all the oceans.
Lost and insane,
we surrendered in vain,
to the game.
Love has no shame.

Lost and insane,
we surrendered in vain,
to the game.
Love has no shame.

Our love,
can never be broken.
Our love,
is like words unspoken.
And only gets stronger,
over time.

Our love,
cannot be outspoken.
Our love,
will forever be unbroken.
And will last until,
the end of time.

I need,
you love,
to keep me from going completely insane.
I need,
your love,
it's the only thing that keeps the pain away.
I need,
you love,
it's the only thing that keeps my heart at bay.
I need,
help from above,
because this love is driving me insane.

Some one save me,
from going crazy.
Some one save me,
I'm going crazy.

Love's confusion, it's just an illusion.
Some one save me, from going crazy.
Love's confusion, it's all an illusion.
Some one save me, I'm going crazy.

We were given love in a season,
we loved each other without reason,
we lost ourselves in the crowd.

You took my hand and said to run,
the year had just begun.
When the leaves fall from the trees,
I want you to please,
remember me.

Words dripped from my mouth,
two free souls trapped in the same house,
the silence just got too loud.

April washed away dreams,
May brought on new beauty.
The world was never so clear,
till the day came,
Spring time was here.

We lost ourselves in love,
we could never get enough.
Shuffling through the crowd,
we became the same,
we got lost in love's game.

Man knows nothing,
he sits in silence reading blank pages.
History we claim to be the truth,
it's true if we say so.
Bound by our mistakes,
the ones we makes time and time again,
we reach for the stars,
only to pull down our brothers.
Hate taints golden heart,
fear pushes the hand of the unsteady,
fire burns the caster,
man knows nothing.

Mankind is bleeding inside,
and we pretend that we don't know why,
we are the creators of our own demise.

Our scars continue to grow,
and become unhealable,
like death, we're the black crow.

When will someone reveal,
that we steal human life.

It can't be any more obvious,
we are deaths kiss,
open your eyes!

Open your eyes!

We take,
****,
pillage and more.
We treat nature like she's our *****.

Pollute,
salute,
support the corporation.
It's most likely run by another nation.

When we,
fall into the sea,
and leave behind,
no trace of mankind,
then nature will be free.
Only then,
Mother Nature will be free...

Open you eyes!
**Open your eyes!

Walking by the riverbed,
drowning my thoughts,
and regrets.

Rocks sink quickly,
like my heart,
ever since,
you chose to depart.

Never again,
I cannot swim.

Been searchin’ for,
a light to hold,
and wane away the darkness a little more.

Stars grow dim,
like the tunnel entrance,
slipping further away,
disconnected romance.

Never again,
I cannot see.

The night is cold,
the frost is thick,
and I am growing old.

My fingers and face,
have become numb,
like my weak heart,
when we’re not one.

Never again,
I cannot feel.

The world has gone gray,
an empty canvas abandoned,
when did you even go astray?

Everything seems like nothing,
colorblind to the emotions around,
like a dog trying to define a rainbow,
or the deaf’s hope of enjoying a sound.

Never again,
I cannot hear.

War torn,
my heart cries,
like a newborn.

And like a newborn,
I have become immature,
to what love truly is,
you have distorted my perception,
forever.

Never again,
I cannot love.

Humanity is a monster,
in the closet,
under the bed,
in your head,
quietly lurking.

Stalking and creeping,
quietly weeping,
and selfishly eating,
away at Itself.

Meddling with everything,
everything and everything,
interjecting in so many things.

The sour taste,
in the creatures mouth,
has It spitting,
while It's grinning,
and slowly cutting Itself.

It's set to self-destruct,
erupt,
explode,
and bleed on everything.
And then,
wounded,
injured,
and bleeding,
it will crawl back into It's hole,
where it will remain,
until called upon again by Itself.

The night is still.
The stars shimmer silently as I gaze into the heavens.
Beauty I once saw only in your eyes,
spread out across the skies before me.

We never know when it is going to end,
it just does.
No warning,
no notice.
Just nothing.
Abrupt.

I cannot fathom what has happened here.
The realization of you being gone has struck me,
and left me dumbfounded.
And I am still left asking,
why?

Why am I so shaken by this sudden departure?
Why am I stunned, paralyzed?
Is it because you said you loved me?
Or is it because you held me,
your body warm,
skin soft,
heartbeat slow.
I honestly don't know.

It scares me to think.
Thinking, of all things,
scares me the most.
It leaves me alone,
cold,
scared.

But I can't help thinking about you,
and why you left.

I'm withering away,
I'm vulnerable,
my legs are weak and I can barely speak.

I'm wandering astray,
I'm on the run,
the feelings inside are burning me alive.

It's tearing me apart,
to see you depart,
to see you walk away,
to see you leave me.

I hold onto the hope,
that you will come back,
but hope won't hold back,
hope won't hold back.

I'm burning up inside,
I'm half alive,
and this fire won't be going out anytime soon.
I am a fool,
for thinking that you will be waiting too.

And it burns a hole in my heart,
to know you don't care.
It eats me alive,
and I know you don't care.

But I hold onto the hope,
that you will come back,
but hope won't hold back,
hope won't hold back.

I'm holding into hope,
but hope won't hold back.

Satan, please,
look at me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
punish me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
**** me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
**** me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Every hello is a reason to come,
every goodbye is a reason to go back,
every kiss is a warm sip of love,
every embrace, a blanket on a cold night.

When my heart yearns and burns,
you're there to quench the fire.
When my mind wanders and aches,
you're there like a soothing choir.
I can't help but find myself helplessly falling,
entangled in my emotions, I'm silently crawling,
and when I leave you, I find myself stalling,
because I need you,
because I love you.

I wallow in my own misery.
The taste of defeat is bitter sweet.
I drew the wrong card,
the wrong hand,
the wrong deck.

I don't know what is who,
who is what,
where is when,
when is where.

I know absolutely nothing.

The wolves howl tonight,
a constant, soothing hymn.
If I were to die tonight,
I would be happy where I am.

Because the barrel of the gun,
which rests in my mouth,
is cool enough to numb my pain,
and powerful...

Powerful enough to end this game.

Throwing empty bottles against rocks,
don't let the noise get to you.
We fell to Earth after ascent to the heavens,
now the Earthlings are snickering.
They shriek and cry blasphemy,
but to us, it's all inaudible.

Like a needle in the haystack,
I searched for years on end,
I looked behind each door,
but they all revealed the same.
I looked under rocks,
and I looked up trees,
but I didn't look to the stars for love.
Then I pulled down a shooter,
whispering by my window,
and she exploded in the palm of my hand.

The Supernova Girl,
with fire in her eyes,
a galaxy in size,
and they're looking for me.

Fallen leaves scamper at my feet,
like a scourge of plagued rats.
Unlike the rats, they are welcome at my feet,
but much like the rats, they mean only death.
For they are the harbingers of a great fire that will sweep our lands,
red, orange, and yellow,
and will signal the turning of the seasons,
the coming of ice and frigid gales,
the feeling of death,
which will ravage my heart.

Between the lines and letters,
lies the lies of liars past.
Invisible doctrines printed in their blood,
words not printed will fade fast.

Did the forefathers forbear an open mind?
Or did they ever question their own kind?

No, they fought for the freedom of all,
and I am sure if they saw us now,
close minded, case closed, decided,
they would probably take a final bow,
and toll the liberty bell,
before shooting themselves,
and ascending to high hell.

The pool in my backyard has turned green,
and not the kind of green you write poetry about.
It's not a vibrant, spring fling green,
but a murky and tiresome green.

It's not the kind of green you write poetry about,
for it doesn't flow freely in the breeze.
It does not represent freedom, nor nature,
or anything in between.

It's still, it's stagnant, it's gripping and mean,
a green you don't want growing in your heart,
a green that will consume and tear you apart,
a green you won't write poetry about.

My pool has turned a menacing green,
that rattles my brain and keeps me awake,
that floods my thoughts with each breathe I take,
and defiles my soul everyday.

My pool has turned an unforgettable green,
that rots and haunts all of my dreams.

They do what they do,
for their god.
They do what they do,
for the heavens above.

They do what they do,
cause they god said to.
Here to save their religion,
it's what they're born to do.

Peace, love, and car bombings,
destroying their surroundings.
Peace, love, and car bombings,
to their god, they will sing.

Think they were born,
to restore peace.
By causing lives,
to forever cease.

Arm themselves,
with holy guns.
Their religion,
is the only one.

Peace, love, and car bombings,
destroying their surroundings.
Peace, love, and car bombings,
to their god, they will sing.

Peace, love, and car bombings,
destroying their surroundings.
Peace, love, and car bombings,
to their god, they will sing.

Why,
why,
why,
oh why?
Why must the innocent die?
Religion confuses the mind,
religion leaves us blind.

Are you going to the show?
They're playing jazz tonight down on Main Street.
If you're going, let me know.
We'll find a quiet place we can both meet.

I want to dance with you all night.
I want to sing and cheer until the morning.
I want to dance in the moonlight.
I want to do something so this night ain't boring.

Will you take my hand?
If you do I'll show you all around town.
I'm not the most handsome man,
but I'll show you the world if you come with me now.

We'll live a life we've only dreamed.
We'll spend the night living like never before.
We'll hold hands under the moon beams.
We won't stop until it is the morning.

This town is such a small place.
There's so many places I want to go.
So just let me know,
are you going to the show?

This broken heart,
is falling apart,
and you have no clue.
The strength that you have,
what you can do.

You have the power,
to cause me pain.
Left me broken,
never the same.

You nail me to,
your wooden cross.
Throw stones at me.
You spit in my eyes,
till I can't see.

You took what was ours,
and threw it away.
Took our love,
and put it to shame.

There was a shower,
of rain today.
It gave me the power,
to throw you away.
Throw our memories away,
throw the pain away.

I was traveling down,
a long, dusty road.
Wind blowing through my hair,
I was on my own.

I saw from a distance,
he was standing there.
Running his rough hands,
through his thick white hair.

I tried to walk by him,
but he grabbed my arm.
"Hello", he said to me,
"I don't mean any harm."

Then he said...

"I have an offer,
that you can't resist.
I can make you famous,
I can make you rich.
All you need to do,
is sell me your soul...
And I'll give you all you want and more."

He stared me in the eyes,
his eyes were black as coal.
They ****** me in,
just like two black holes.

I shook his hand and said,
"Sir, you have a deal."
I started to walk away,
man that was a steal.

Before I could walk away,
he grabbed me by the arm.
"Wait one second," he said,
"you're mine from now on."

Then he said...

"I gave you an offer,
I knew you couldn't resist.
I knew you wanted fame,
I knew you wanted to be rich.
All I needed from you,
was your pathetic soul...
And now you're mine forever."

I made a deal with the Devil,
now there's no looking back.
Made a deal with the Devil,
a deadly compact.

He gave me an offer,
he knew I couldn't resist.
He knew I wanted fame,
knew I wanted to be rich.
All he needed from me,
was my pathetic soul...

Let my greed get to me,
now he has me,
forever.

I'm just an average man,
working nine to five,
doing all I can.

I bring the bread home,
and spend my nights,
all alone.

Don't ask me how I do it,
I don't know myself,
I just put my mind to it.

Stretch myself so thin,
I'm barely alive,
I can't win.

My wife and kids come first,
seeing them unhappy,
is truly the worst.

To make them smile infinitely,
will always be,
a goal for me.

And when I feel broken down,
seeing my kids smile,
erases my frown.

And when I'm not feeling fine,
you lay in my arms,
and say that you're mine.

A man can truly lose his mind,
without someone there,
to keep him in line.

I don't know where I'd be,
without all of you,
my family.

What happened to the girl I once loved?
I believe she shriveled up inside,
and was left alone to die.

I reached out to grab her,
but she fell.

I hate to think that is what happened,
to such a precious girl.
High hopes, big dreams,
swallowed by the stream.

I like to think she is still alive,
and not just in my dreams.
That precious flower,
a savior, a saint,
is still alive to me.

But will I ever see her again,
or feel her soft, soothing touch?

No.
I will not.

The sun set on another glorious day.
I sat in my recliner,
reflecting on what once was.
It was then I realized what must be done.
I walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife.
I slowly cut off my index finger.
Blood spurted out,
I began to drink it.
It tasted good.
The pain was excruciating,
but I cherished it.
Every **** second of it.
I then called my dog,
and fed her my finger.
She liked it too.