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Benjamin Banker Jul 2010
Am I paranoid
Or is it only that I think I am?
And if I only think I am
Does that make me truly paranoid?

What’s it like to be normal?
What’s it like to be different?
What if I wake up from this dream?
What if I fall asleep, and never wake up?

Would it be Heaven, or only a dream?
What is Heaven, but a dream?
Is this Heaven?
If this is Heaven, how bad can Hell be?

I think, therefore, I am

But if do not think, but am still
Is it all meaningless?
Likewise, if I think, but am not
Who am I?

Am I you?
Am I him?
Or her?
Them?

Everybody?
Anybody?
Somebody?
Nobody?

Or are you me
And I am but a shadow of a dream of tomorrow’s history?
Benjamin Banker Jul 2010
Sometimes, the mountain’s just too high
Sometimes, it’s just not worth the time
And when at last you reach the top
You stop
And look around
And realize that down
Is the only way to go

And who’s the man behind the mask
Looking in through faded glass?
And when at last he sees it’s me
Only me
Alone with you
There’s nothing I can do
To keep me from breaking in

You’d like to think that I’m out of time
You’d like to think that I’ve gone blind
And when at last you cannot see
That the key
Once in your grasp
Has been taken back
Leaving madness the only means of breaking free
Benjamin Banker Jul 2010
The world’s moved on
But I’m still here
The same place I’ve always been

And though I’ve tried
To shrug it off
I just can’t seem to get ahead

So here I am
Time’s forgotten soldier
Burying my past with lies

With your eyes of guilt
You see through them all
But at least I can say I tried

The wind still blows
The sun’s still warm
But all I feel is numb

I rack my brain
Trying to explain
And pray for forgiveness that won’t ever come

I’ve seen the good
I’ve seen the bad
I’ve seen the grass on both sides is not green

Though I’m so tired
I cannot sleep
For all I’ve done haunts my dreams

It hurts so badly
But it won’t show
Because I’ve trained myself not to cry

The world’s moved on
But I’m still here
Just waiting for the end of time
To pass me by
Benjamin Banker Jul 2010
Don’t forget the burden, time weighing down your shoulders
Every wasted moment, every breath that’s getting shorter
Grasping on to memories, as your hands are getting colder
And you don’t know how much longer
You can bear this heavy load

The fires of your life have turned to smoke and ash
The gentle winds of time, once slow, now are blowing fast
Take in every sunset, as if it is your last
Because you don’t know how much longer
You can bear this heavy load

The ravens of deception are cawing at your door
Their evil shrieks of madness, through your mind, they slowly bore
Until time and sanity are with you nevermore
And you know you can no longer tolerate
Such a heavy load
Benjamin Banker Jul 2010
Face down in the gutter, I've been
Kicked to the curb again.
And though I swear this is the last time,
Chances are good you'll see me here tomorrow.

When will you understand that there's
Not much more I can take?
You let me fall apart, and slip away
Before you notice anything is wrong.

There's a point in the sky,
A place made just for me.
But I'll never get to enjoy it,
My Heaven I'll never see.

It's hard to believe it's almost over,
Though it's never been easy
To admit the truth
Even to myself.
And I find it a little bit funny,
Just enough to make me laugh.
What could I have been thinking
To ever think this could go on forever?

There's a point in the sky,
A place made just for me.
But I'll never get to enjoy it,
My Heaven I'll never see.

My bedroom door is cracked open,
The kitchen light is shining through.
I'm just waiting on a phone call
I'm not too sure I want.
And there's disembodied laughter
Coming from somewhere down the hall,
And it doesn't matter how hard I try,
It won't let me forget I sleep alone.

There's a point in the sky,
A star I'll never reach.
What's the point in trying,
If I never succeed?

— The End —