I’m afraid of the dark
I hold my breathe when I’m alone at night
I feel its hand on my shoulder
Chilling as it grips tighter
With its knife to my throat, it tells me to run
Run around corners and past open doorways
Anywhere where it’s lurking about
Uncertainty is flourishing

I see shadows painted in paranoia
Stalk me while I walk to my car
Like bad memories and college debt
All through my life

Nothing else has this grip on my life
No addiction, no disease,
Only the darkness and its vice
Have such a control over me

Paintings of the dead,
organized by hue and shade,
grouped by color,
in all different arrays.

Alphabetized,
books stacked on a shelf.
Blank pages,
read aloud to oneself.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

Dead bodies aligned,
in a mile long row,
how those people died,
nobody seems to know.

Flowers in a field,
pushing through the soil,
crushed under the weight,
of drills drilling for oil.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

Waves crash softly,
into a weathered shore,
only to recede and repeat,
dragging sea shells to the ocean floor.

If you shed a light,
on the synchronized,
human lives,
we are living,
you will see we are all one being.

The weight of the world,
rests on the shoulders of man.
And trust me, I know,
we're doing all we can.

I spend every night that same,
lying in bed,
lying in pain.
Waiting for someone or something,
to heal my open wounds.
But I've been waiting and it seems,
these wounds ain't healin' soon.
I spend every night staring,
at a pale white ceiling.
And I wake every morning feeling,
like a forgotten doll,
propped up against the wall,
under the bed,
dust from head to toe.
I'm not sure if I'll ever know,
of a love like ours again.
And I'm not sure if I'll ever,
not feel numb again.
My mind is wired,
but it's wired all wrong.
Like an off key song,
it makes me cringe.
So tonight I will binge,
all the memories of us.
And then I will purge,
every last bit of trust.
Erase it from mind,
before the sun rises,
and then I will rise from this bed,
and pretend to live again.

Cold,
my bones rattle and ache.
Is there some other place?
If so,
will you take me there?

I can't fight this anymore,
metaphysically lost,
in a cyclone of dying thoughts and blank realizations.

I need more,
but I don't want it.
I want to be left alone,
I want to be saved.

I know there is a paradise out there,
but where?
Is it here?
Or is it there?
Is it real?
Or is it fair to say it doesn't exist?

I want to be removed,
there is no place for me here.
There is no place for my soul,
dead or alive,
shattered or whole.

Take me with you,
beyond the limits,
where we'll explode into oblivion,
and find the paradise,
the paradise we both so desperately want.

I fear the things that I can't see,
when darkness grabs a hold of me.
When evil seeps into my veins,
and takes the reigns.

Silence scares me the most,
and hangs over me like my ghost.
Conscience racing, spiraling down,
nose diving, to the ground.

I meddle with what's not mine,
searching for truths to find.
Searching in the darkest depths,
for anything, even death.

But it crawls out from the cracks,
and like a disease, it attacks.
Crippling me, paralyzing,
so I sit and let it terrorize me.

We are overseas,
fighting a war.
You ask for more,
but you don’t want it.
Asking for us to pull out,
without a doubt,
the government will listen.
The pleas and cries,
we fall like flies.
And their people don’t want us there.
We are trying to fair,
but all we do is scare.
We are trying to fight,
the war on terror.
But people are fighting it,
they don’t want war.
They want peace.
There will never be peace,
till the terror is gone.
Peace is obsolete.

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.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover.
Perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Walking down your street,
what do you see?
A little old man,
who you think is crazy.

Have you ever talked to him once?
Do you even know his name?
Do you think you are God?
Do you find Judgement to be some sort of game?

When the truth rises to the surface,
you will see,
that this man was in the Middle East,
killing Iraqis!

Fighting for your freedom,
by killing other men,
getting blood,
on his innocent hands.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover,
perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Your walking through the mall,
what do you see?
A teenage girl,
pretty as can be.

But by the magnitude of her beauty,
your mind concludes,
that she is a *****,
and is very rude.

Have you ever talked to her once?
Do you even know her name?
Do you think you are God?
Do you find Judgement to be some sort of game?

For all you know,
she could be bruised to the bone.
With a father that beats her,
he likes the way she moans.

But you know nothing,
and still you judge.
Holding against her,
an imaginary grudge.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover.
Perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?
Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?

Your nature disgusts me,
labelling people like it's your job.
I'm asking you to trust me,
stop making people you don't know sob.

Why judge the book by it's cover,
when the words inside are worth so much more?
Why consider every man a ****,
or every women to be a *****?

Words hurt like sticks and stones,
if the person throwing has a good arm.
They have been known to break bones,
leaving your self respect to be disarmed.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
and not like one of them Megatrons.

Perception, perception,
mother of deception,
strangers trying to tell you who you are!

Perception, perception,
judging the book by it's cover.
Perception, perception,
making false facts about each other!

Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?
Who made you a God?
Who do you think you are?

Tighten your grip,
tug on the leash.
Rip out my heart,
and feed it to me.

Don't make me beg,
I'm not one to kneel.
But if you're lucky,
maybe I'll bleed.

Don't think of me,
as a lover.
Think of my dear,
as another pet.

Here for the now,
not for the later.
Life short lived,
then I'm gone.

Then you restart,
throw me aside.
All I'm saying is,
don't expect me to love you.

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.

I'm a liar and a thief,
I feel no grief for the poor,
if I want, I'll spend some more,
just 'cause I can.

I'm blind and I'm numb,
I love to beat my drum of greed,
come here, let me plant a seed,
I'll manipulate your mind.

And you may ask why,
why would anyone listen to me?
Well friend, it's simple,
I have money.

I'm rude and inconsiderate,
Africans starve and wither away,
while I set here and shove my face,
with exotic pastries.

I'm deceitful and plain evil,
I love hearing the masses complain,
about how I don't share, I have no shame,
******* you measly peasants.

I most likely don't ****,
because I'm rich enough to not have too.
I'm also made of plastic,
being rich is ******* fantastic.

I'm the epitome of what you want to be,
rich, handsome, and some what happy.
But I'll never be happy enough,
because I can never have enough money.

I sit at home in giant rooms,
and eat money by the spoonful.
I love the way it gleams and shines,
under the chandelier in my dining room.

Best part of it all,
is the fact that I am free.
Free of taxes,
free of work,
free of everything.

So when you see me driving to the New York Stock Exchange,
bow before me,
kiss the floor please,
and don't forget to wave.

Cement and concrete cracks and crumbles,
steel and sand buries and breaks,
trapped beneath layers of rubble,
one wrong move is all it takes.

Just "unfortunate" says the news,
twelve more men, a few new widows,
spinning stories of their bravery,
as they trembled through the streets.

Sent to fight in another world,
where men do anything for their State,
handed to death on a silver platter,
giving him control of their fate.

You can give and you can take,
but that's where we're mistaken,
because you can't take back the lives,
you give once they're forsaken.

Please comeback,
and help heal these scars.
Please comeback,
I need back my heart.

Please comeback,
can we restart?

Please comeback,
you don't have a clue.
Please comeback,
can't live without you.

Please comeback,
we have much to do.

Please, comeback.

Like birds,
we feed them.
Like vultures,
but men.

We feed them,
our food.
And in return,
no gratitude.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.

The more we feed them,
the more they grow.
And more will come,
and more will know.

And in return,
they'll **** on our heads,
and peck us to death,
till we are dead.

Please,
do not feed the birds.
They pose a health and safety risk,
to the customer.

Gorging my eyes with the non-sense and the ******* of the internet.
Feeding my mind the comical lives of those on reality TV.
Is this really what the world has come to?
Our lives consumed with your lives,
consumed with their lives,
consumed with our lives.

Twitter ***** toast to tweeting.
Tweet your lives away you ******.

Who thought that a piece of paper could be so powerful?
Who thought a piece of paper would dominate mans will?
Who thought a piece of paper could lead to our destruction?
Who thought a piece of paper could make a man ****?

President painted on each paper.
"Look at all those Benjamins!" you shout.
I highly doubt,
that the founding fathers would want to be on a piece of paper,
a piece of corruption,
a piece of destruction.

We have destroyed what the founding fathers built.
A land of freedom, justice, and pride,
is now a kingdom to the modern day CEO's,
and the fame ridden ***** that patrol our TV's.

The average actor makes more in one movie than the year round shopkeeper.
A man who devotes his life to supplying the public with proper products and good service,
makes less than a man who does something that we don't even need.
We need food, water, and all the shopkeepers supplies.
But do we really need a movie?
I did not know entertainment was higher on Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
I would like to see you solely survive off of a movie.

I feel bad for my children.
The children of the future in general.
That is, if we live that long.
They are going to have it rougher than me.
And sadly,
I alone cannot make their future better for them.
Only we, as one, can make it better.
But,
that will never happen.

We are divided,
our will, divided,
our minds, divided,
our spirits, divided.

We will never be one again.

With that said and done,
I'm going to finish my dinner now.

"Poor soul,
spit upon that,
poor soul,
he never knew what hit him,
and it hit him so."
They laughed and jabbed,
his plight entertaining,

He's just,
another *******,
he's just,
a *******,
he deserves this,
what a useless boy.

Just about as useful as a coat of paint,
applied in the rain.
Or maybe an umbrella on a sunny day.

What a useless soul,
arms outstretched and begging,
it takes a fool to see one,
but they don't see it that way.

Poor soul,
resting in the mud,
poor soul.

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.

Capitalism,
a prison system.
Worshipping the rich,
the poor is their *****.

Money and more money,
something they find funny.
Giving them supreme rule,
over the common fool.

Eat my money,
eat some more!
Eat my money,
greedy ******!

Eat my money,
eat some more!
Eat my money,
greedy ******!

A politic man,
extends his right hand.
Sends a bad vibe,
as he takes a bribe.

Liars and scams,
as we become the ******.
The government that we respect,
is now our suspect.

Eat my money,
eat some more!
Eat my money,
greedy ******!

Eat my money,
eat some more!
Eat my money,
greedy ******!

Capitalism,
a prison system,
lying when they speak.

Capitalism,
a prison system,
ignoring the weak.

Thousands of commands,
coming at me.
Hand cover my eyes,
tell me to see.

Pressure pushing me,
pushing me down.
Come back, she pleads,
just don't turn around.

Is she my prize,
or just my demise.

A voice in my head,
says she's the one.
The other one says,
get up and run.

Is she the one?
Or should I run?
Is she the one?
Or should I run?

Is she the prize?
Or just my demise.

Hate is flowing through your veins,
as you slowly grasp your gun.
Who do you expect to live,
no one.

Look at what you've become,
just a product of war.
You don't want to live your life,
like this anymore.

The fire in your eyes,
shows you want to stay alive,
you are just trying to survive.

But your just a product of war,
trained to ****.
Begging for more,
more to ****.

You weren't always like this,
a product of war.
Once you were a kind and humane person,
now you're a life taking *****.

Your moral rights, are wrong,
you **** people to **** time.
Fighting for what you think is right,
letting those ******* lie to you is a crime.

The fire in your eyes,
shows you want to stay alive,
you are just trying to survive.

Trained to ****,
a product of war,
and nothing more.

You want to tell me you don't know,
where you want to go.

I'm telling you I won't go,
anywhere with that attitude.

The stars are easily attainable,
if you try to touch the sky.

I'll go anywhere you go,
as long as you reach higher.

You are who,
who you are!
You're gonna go far,
never forget that.

You can be,
be a star!
Just be who you are,
never forget that.

Never forget that.

You say I am crazy,
crazy as can be.

I say you are lazy,
reach for the stars with me.

You are who,
who you are!
You're gonna go far,
never forget that.

You can be,
be a star!
Just be who you are,
never forget that.

Never forget that.

And I don't want you to,
be like me.
I want you to grow,
live a better life than me.

Please don't let me down,
don't let me be correct.
Prove me wrong baby,
give it your all, give it your best.

I know you have potential,
life's about taking risks.

You don't need credentials,
to prove you know how to live.
Prove you know how to live.

Can we see,
or have we lost sight,
of what is wrong,
and what is right.

Are we lost,
or do we know,
where we are,
and where to go.

Propaganda,
and temptation,
both lead you,
to a damnation.

A clear mind,
attempts salvation,
of your thought,
and your temptation.

Are we blind,
to all the lies,
corporations,
we despise.

Feeding them,
aimlessly,
giving them,
our money.

Propaganda,
and temptation,
both lead you,
to a damnation.

A clear mind,
attempts salvation,
of your thought,
and your temptation.

Why are we giving them,
our hard earned money?
For them to horde away,
in endless bank accounts.
For them to use,
against us.
Dangling it above our heads,
giving them power!

Propaganda,
and temptation,
both lead us,
to our damnation.

A clear mind,
attempts salvation,
of our thought,
and our temptation.

Stop giving them money,
that's what they want.
Stop giving them power,
that's what they need.

Sandpaper hands in the black,
steady and sure, no longer pure.
Stained with the blood,
of the forgotten ones,
stars can only watch from above.

Treading lightly on stained sand oceans,
there is no depth, only death.
Why would man ****,
when man has tongue?
Do not question Capitol Hill.

The Man says to do and so it is done,
but would the Man do it if he had the gun?

Charming in his ways and strong in his speech,
he walks all over you and me,
with his big government feet.

Don't let him push,
don't let him pull,
don't let him tug,
on the little ropes.

We aren't the puppets,
we're the puppeteers.
So let them know that,
and makes sure they hear.

We're falling into insanity,
dying with such profanity.
So, we go.

Exploding into oblivion,
where we won't live again.
Do, we know?

Where do we go,
when we die?
Do we sink into the ground,
or do we fly?

Do we roam the earth,
and go where ever?
Or do we lie underground,
and dream forever?

Life may have its limits,
but that doesn't mean you shouldn't live it.
Do, or die.

But what is the meaning of it all,
if in the end we all fall.
Asking why.

Where do we go,
when we die?
Do we sink into the ground,
or do we fly?

Do we roam the earth,
and go where ever?
Or do we lie underground,
and dream forever?

It's either a never ending flight,
or a never ending fight.
Either you go to heaven or hell,
or maybe,
there's nothing.

Where do we go,
when we die?
Do we sink into the ground,
or do we fly?

Do we roam the earth,
and go where ever?
Or do we lie underground,
and dream forever?

What happened to forever?
What happened to love?
Have we lost our motivation?
Are we no longer one?

Can we fix what we once had?
What did our love lack?
What did I do wrong?
And can we ever go back?

Questions go unanswered forever and ever.
Never thought I'd lose you,
not never,
not ever.

Why did you disown me?
Why did you go so far?
Why did you have to split a family?
Why did you tear us apart?

What did I do to you?
Why do you hate me?
What did I do wrong?
Will you ever accept me?

Questions go unanswered forever and ever.
Never thought I'd lose you,
not never,
not ever.

Sometimes I feel like,
you will never really accept me.
Wasted years trying to fix myself again,
and you still reject my hand.

Questions go unanswered forever and ever.
Never thought I'd lose you,
not never,
not ever.

Why did you disown me?
Why did you love me?
Look what you did to me.
Killed me, killed me.
I'm free, I'm free.

Quiet carries a chaos,
hidden between the lines.
Chaos carries a serenity,
hidden deep in the mind.

I can't resist,
your **** twist,
your poison kiss,
it makes me die.

It makes my mind,
stretch until,
the end of time,
and burn alive.

Flesh rots away,
the feelings stay,
drive me insane,
but I can't run.

Can't find my gun,
I can't get out,
I am the one,
you called your sun.

I'm broken down,
don't make a sound,
look all around,
no one cares.

They all just stare,
as I stumble,
they all just stare,
as I crumble.

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 see the future in today,
I see it in you and me.
I see the past, fading away,
not forgotten easily.

We are the scene, we are the future,
bright minds in a dark time.
Defending a nation, we can't lose her,
we fight for our dreams and our rights.

The world is beckoning for salvation,
and we can save it, but only together.
Rise from the ashes of our ****** nation,
and we can make this world better.

For I believe, I have a new found hope,
this nation is not backing down without a fight.
We'll stand together, and do what we know,
and what we believe is right.

It is now the time,
to confess to our crimes,
that we have done.

No time to wait,
no time to debate,
that we, have committed none.

No more ******,
no more killing,
no more unwanted genocide.
I just think that it is time,
that we all apologize.
It’s been going on across the earth,
preventing child birth.
Now let’s recognize,
this vicious crime.

Genocide, genocide,
it’s time to recognize,
this vicious crime.
We have waited far to long,
and watched to much go wrong.

Do not let it slide,
do not let them hide,
their cowardly genocides,
against their fellow mankind.

No man nor woman,
should have to live in fear.
So listen to my warning,
lend me your ear.

Begin to spread the word,
we will be heard.
It’s time to recognize,
more than one genocide.

Genocide, genocide,
it’s time to recognize,
this vicious crime.
We have waited far to long,
and watched far to much go wrong.

Every night I run red lights,
and not because I'm in a rush,
something about the possibility of death,
I just love it.
And sometimes I wish metal would crash,
roll me over and take my life,
icy cold heart in my chest,
just won't stop beating.
And my brains would spew out of my mouth,
like applesauce out of a baby's,
like these words I'm throwing up onto paper,
the words I can't say out loud.

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.

As I reflect on my reflection,
I can't help but think I'm forgetting something.
Another year,
another birthday,
another love.

But what am I forgetting?

I climbed to new heights,
fell to new lows.
Crawled with crippled arms,
and even fought to stay standing.
Sometimes I was successful,
sometimes I wasn't.

But still,
what am I forgetting?

I made new friends,
lost old ones,
laughed at jokes,
and even cried when I watched "The Boy In The Striped Pajamas".
I felt feelings that honestly,
I had never felt before.

I climbed mountains,
and scaled walls.
I built bridges,
then burned them down,
only to come back,
and build them up again.

And yet I still ask myself,
what am I forgetting?

I gambled,
and beat the odds.
I gambled,
and lost.
Like when I put down twenty dollars on the record high Powerball,
and didn't get any numbers right.

But what of all things am I forgetting?

As I reflect on my reflection,
and ponder upon the year,
I remember,
I'm one year stronger,
one birthday stronger,
one love stronger.

I'm not a new man,
I never will be,
I will always be me.
But I can always get stronger,
and I always will.

Regicide,
the king has died,
people rejoice in the streets below.
Thanking, their god.

They stayed strong,
and for so long,
waiting for a man that would **** the king.
And now, they sing.

They cheer for,
a murderer,
a coward who killed a man,
just trying to do his job.

They forget,
challenges he met,
and that they voted for him.
They wanted him to win.

Now he's dead,
and they quote what he said,
"success comes with sacrifice".
And he was their sacrifice.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place,
trying to remember a lost face.
Trying to fight for first place,
with the whole world on my case.

The weight of the world on my shoulders,
I stand tall and strong, like a boulder.
So what, my heart's growing colder,
but that's only because I can't hold her.

I can't bare the deception,
of my own mind and depression.
These feelings inside, I'm suppressing,
and their urgency, it is pressing.

The love that you give is astounding,
the strength your love profounds me.
I can feel my heart, it's pounding,
from your love,
all your love.

You are a gift,
a savior with magical blue eyes.
Here to save me,
from my own demise.

You are beauty,
in it's greatest form.
You are the sunshine,
in the darkest storms.

The key to a new life,
the key to a new love,
you are perfect, darling,
an angel from above.

He passed away,
nearly three years ago today.
And it feels like he passed away yesterday.

And so I grieve,
but I do believe,
I will see him someday again.

But one day, to my surprise,
he was at my house,
in the dead of night.

Came to visit for a while,
just to show he was alive,
and doing well.
But I didn't know...

He was my friend,
from start to end.
A bond that could not be broken,
just by man.
We both shook hands.

I couldn't believe my eyes,
the way he just,
took me by surprise.

We rejoiced,
and relaxed,
and he told his jokes,
and I subtly laughed.
But I didn't know...

And I smile,
there are tears of joy,
I can't believe he's here before my eyes.

He smiles back,
wipes the tears from my eyes,
and he does what he has never done before,
he cries.

He says he loves me,
slowly hugs me,
shakes my hand again,
and says,
"goodbye bestfriend".
And that was the end.
The sun rose again.
And I slowly watched him,
as he ascended,
into heaven.

I can't seem to find myself,
writing was all too easy now I'm stumped.
My mind is blank as my face,
every time I pick up a pencil, there isn't any lead.
I freeze up before I type and next thing I know I've downed three drinks,
but my fingers haven't moved,
I'm in chains.
I can't find the key,
I don't even know what it looks like,
and I'm sifting through drifting thoughts like a madman.
I'm staring at object in my room like they're supposed to come to life,
and tell me what I'm supposed to write,
then my back hurts from bending over the keyboard and holding my hands above it.
So I lean back and close the screen.

Foster,
this lost soul.
I let it live,
inside of me.

Harvest,
a new heart.
I let it beat,
inside of me.

Grow,
a new hope.
Let it prosper,
inside of me.

Just know,
I won't go.
Let you,
destroy me.

Sitting in the sand,
watching the waves come rolling in.
The night is young,
but I am old and broken.

Lost in thought,
sitting on the sandy shore.
Staring at the full moon,
thinking their must be something more.

I'm waiting for hope but the tide is rising,
the waves will soon swallow me whole.
And when waves crash over my head and **** me out to sea,
I will be home.

The moon reflects,
on the water beneath it.
The ocean will,
give peace to all who seek it.

The chilling water,
slowly creeps it's way up the shore.
Dragging down,
rocks and sand to the ocean floor.

I'm waiting for hope but the tide is rising,
the waves will soon swallow me whole.
And when waves crash over my head and **** me out to sea,
I will be home.

The world was much easier,
when I had you in my arms.
I made a promise to you,
I'd protect you from all harm.

I never thought the ocean,
could bring out such emotion.
That was until I lost you,
to the ocean blue.

So please,
take me.
Please,
take me.

Breaking like waves,
my thoughts flow into shore.
Over the bay,
a haze moving closer.

I dive in,
dive in deep.
Let the thoughts,
seep in my skin.

Rushing like rapids,
love flows through my veins.
Into my heart,
and around again.

So I ride,
ride the stream.
Let the mist,
spray me.

I feel alive, the rush,
I'm rising up,
it's all too real.
I feel alive,
I feel free.

I feel,
and that's all that I need.

And so, I bleed,
rivers and streams,
cuts, so deep,
please don't stop me.

I miss you,
I miss a lot.
You love me,
you love me not.

I miss when we ran,
far, far away.
Those cool summer nights,
those endless summer days.

I miss the way
you'd stare into my eyes,
and kiss me softly,
under starlit skies.

I miss our debates,
about politics,
and how we shared ice cream,
lick by lick.

I miss the days we spent,
down by the rivers and streams,
feeding the ducks,
talking about our dreams.

And what I miss most of all,
is how we could just talk,
on those summer days,
when we went for long walks.

But then you left,
said it was time to move on.
And before I could say a thing,
you were gone.

And now, I bleed,
rivers and streams,
cuts, too deep,
please don't stop me.

As of recent,
there has been an infestation of cockroaches in my house.
I want to rid of them, but I cannot call an exterminator.
I do not want him to find the bodies.
So I decided,
I could only rid of them,
by eating them.
And I ate them all,
one by one.
Each roach crunching between my teeth.
The tangy juices,
squeezing into my mouth,
and down my throat.
I must say,
after a while,
they did not taste bad.
They in fact tasted quite delicious.
So delicious, that I started eating them with meals.
Soon, I was only eating the roaches.
Now, all I eat,
is roaches.

The rain, it pours,
you sit on the curb.
Head in your hands,
"pop those pills, girl."

You want to resist,
but the voices insist.
"Do it!" they scream,
with a soft kiss.

And so you do,
swallow with ease.
The pills dissolve inside you,
distorting everything you see.

You stumble off the curb,
falling hard to the pavement.
A tear softly falls,
you're going insane, again.

Lift yourself off the ground,
you will be strong.
Pull yourself together,
and push through the fog.

You will be loved,
someone will come along,
but only if you keep fighting,
only if you stay strong.

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

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

Love is deep,
deeper than the sea,
and is as rough,
as the waves.

It has no limits,
no boundaries,
and it moves,
through you and me.

The oceans waves will tear our ship apart.
But we keep on sailing,
we knew the risks from the start.

Our sail is torn,
mast snapped in half,
but we still follow,
our charted path.

I can see,
bright skies ahead,
rest easy my love,
we are not dead.

The oceans waves will tear our ship apart.
But we keep on sailing,
we knew the risks from the start.

The sunshine will lead us to promised land.
Lead us down the right path,
take my hand.

The sunshine deceived both of us today.
The seas are still rough,
led us the wrong way.

Where were you in Montréal,
when the heavens sang a disjointed chord,
a harmony both rich and poor,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when we took a drag outside the bar,
and learned there's more to who we are,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when the cobblestone path led us home,
despite our hearts begging to roam,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when the sun rose like gentle tide,
like a warm blanket on a cold night,
where were you in Montréal?

Where were you in Montréal,
when we branded warm memories,
inside the souls of you and me,
where were you in Montréal?

The feelings inside,
there's no where to hide.
I can't keep running,
from you.
I'm falling.
The pain, you can't see,
I cannot save me.
Truth is, I need you,
but I will deny it.
I'm falling.

My heart's freezing, cold,
and I'm growing old.
I need to feel love,
I can't get enough.
I'm falling.
Where did you run to?
Can I run with you?
I am the one who,
was supposed to run,
not you...

I've fallen.

I was at the doctors,
in the waiting room,
when the man next to me started to make out with his hand.
He lathered his hand in saliva,
to the point were it was dripping onto his lap.
He slowly rubbed his tongue up and down his wet, juicy hand.
He seemed to find much pleasure in making out with his hand.
So I joined him.
I liked it.
So did my hand.

Which should I eat,
salt or sulfur?
Both can **** me,
but one more quickly.
Life is precious,
but death befits thee.

If time is a trial,
then death acquits me.
So which will it be?
Salt or sulfur?

I'm deranged,
if I stay,
I will remain.
If I go,
I will change.

Can you let me go?
Will I survive,
I don't know.
If you hold me here,
I'll surely implode.

Unlock the handcuffs,
set me free,
I need new love.
I need to breathe,
your grip tightens up.

I can't open my eyes,
you keep them shut,
keep me blind.
You have my heart,
and my mind.

I will slowly die,
as you watch,
enjoying my demise.

As long as you hold,
my heart in your hand,
like piece of gold,
turning to sand.