If the label on a bottle of poison were more pretty,
More people would choose it over the ugly antidote.
This is a problem we face,
When the vision is blurry.

My heart may be black, and I may exhale corruption, but these scars aren't on my eyes.
This is only the introduction,
To where my future lies.

The times where you looked into my eyes,
and I did the same,
when all time was paused for a moment,
I could do nothing but look deep,
and see if I could imagine you with me forever.      
The images were so amazing at first,
but when I kept looking,
within a couple moments,
it seemed that trees were changing colors.    
Looking into your eyes made me realize,
within a few months,
you wouldn't even have the same feelings,
As I have for you.
I know this, because farther down the road,
all the trees... were dead.

You said you'd be there
You said that you loved me
You said you would never hit me
But then you pulled off the mask.

As the Everburning rises in to prospective,

I gaze out of my window,

Using that moment to be reflective.

An introspective moment that swarms the temple like flies.

No matter the weather outside,

The rain always makes it inside.

Mass astray is within the realm;
Deep inside a complex helm.
Does thy think what thou said ist true?
A subtle wind of construe.
Thou words are mixed of different emotions;
For thy only wants the best, thy could bestow.

This country is filled with hate
Sometimes I wake up and can't even think of the date.
To when we all stopped thinking of ourselves
And remembered to check the expiration
And put all our selfishness on the shelves.
Everyone's given up on our greatest inspiration
Death.

Help me realize why I'm even here,
Help me stand against all my fear.
It's been more than just a year,
Since I hadn't shed a tear.
When the happy times come near,
You say the things I don't wanna hear.

I hate you,
stupid mind of mine.
Why can't you let me go out and shine?
Instead,
You'd rather hold me back in the past.
All I want, is for these thoughts to end at last.

I wake up every morning to a cup of coffee,
Someone always says something a bit too raunchy.
The first thought that driftly comes to mind,
Just so happens to be a truly fine friend of mine.
I care, though it seemed to sadly tear,
What we had was nothing merely than a dare.
He's been through a lot, the poor little devil,
But I was always there to save him from something civil.
All I can really do, is try and be your true friend,
But it's really hard, when you keep pushing us to an end.
When I go to sleep every night to a comfy bed and tears,
It starts to really bother me, when I notice I haven't been happy in years.

When was the last time you took a good look.
Sat in front of the mirror singing the hook,
Of some dark song you heard off a nook.
Which makes no sense because I thought it was a "book".
But who cares you're losing sight,
Of what everyone's talking about; the true "fight".
Starting to realize the futures not to bright,
For some? No for all, because even the biggest have to fall.
Like the leaves on the trees of fall,
This poem is gross and raw.
There's no skeleton to keep its reflection,
In the mirror you continue to look at your reflection
Is that your reflection?
No, because even the smallest have to fall.

I live in a one bedroom apartment.
Everything is going great until I have to pay Rent.
One day the electricity turns off;
I have no money to put off.
The next day the water turns off;
I have no money to put off.
Then a roommate shows up,
And everything turned off.
This roommate I have keeps me home,
He keeps me awake at night,
Screaming at the top of his lungs,
Begging me to come home.
When I get home I feel alone,
Then he starts to peel the wallpaper off the walls
Like pulling skin off the bone.
This is not home;
This is my home,
And my roommate...
Is depression.

See girl? You lied through your teeth.
See girl? Right down my momma’s street.
See girl? You lie when you speak.
See girl? I’ll show you how we preach.
See girl? You shy? Man that **** is weak.
See girl? She lookin better in those jeans.
See girl? You ***** and you wreak.
See girl? I’m feelin better every week.

Looking up at the sky,
What do you see?
When one tells a lie,
How does one breathe?
A man who tends to be shy,
Opens up like a blade from sheath.
Please don’t tell him good-bye;
One more heartbreak may lead him to die.

These days are always chilly,
My temple is shivering frivolously,
These days are going so fast,
But maybe it’s because I’m stuck in the past.
Those days were filled with a smile,
But my brain puts those memories in a file,
Because nowadays,
I’m stuck in denial.

Anxiety for me feels much more fast-paced than others, or so it seems.
My mind takes full control as if I were a passenger in a car.
Looking side to side at all the other cars,
They all look the same yet different.
Then we get on the highway and everything changes.
It makes me want to be in a car wreck,
So my eyes can finally see the yield sign,
And my brain can stop going over the speed limit.

Why do I let you mess with my head?
I’m always laying here clueless in bed.
Trying to think of things I can shred like Zed,
But we know it’s fiction,
That Pulp said he’s dead.
Maybe I should chill,
Pop another med,
But now I’m letting something else put me back in my head.
I’m stranded, lonely, I only know to put paper to lead.
To sum it up,
You ****** me,
Nuff said.

My eyes are stale
And my heart is black.
I didn't realize I was going blind
Until you stabbed me in the back.

Having feelings for me,
Is like jumping into a pit of poison.
The only way to survive,
Is if you have the antidote.
But for you, I want to strive,
Because you are my antidote.

I've been here a while,
Standing in front of this gate.
It looks more like a fence,
It doesn't make sense..
Here I am, trying to open the door,
When a man walks up with a roar.
Saying I'm nothing more than the ***** floor,
And let me tell you that's a bore.
Because I've done all I can to get here,
Yet you yell at me without a shed of tear.
This fear I have is what I deal with, and all you care about is what you want and deal with.
This is no gate, it's a fence.
Because there's no door,
just a rock in the road to deal with.

That night when lights go out in the house,
And everyone starts to meet in one room and get scared,
because for the time being we think our sight has been blocked.
But the reason I don't move and lay inside my tomb,
to meet you all in the living room,
is because my sight is blocked because of how this is place began.
Hoping that my sight will be recovered,
But everytime I try to leave you start to studder.
And cry begging me "Please don't go! Will you ever return? For I love you oh so dearest!"
My.. I'm not so sure how I truly feel to the deepest.
For my thoughts have truly drained from me like the grains beneath us slowly returns to Mother Earth.
I cracked a window every night just to feel how cool it was outside,
when inside it felt nothing but hot and boiling,
Because every time I was inside I was busy toiling.
Away and away I would go into the depths of thought,
When everytime you all sat at dinner you forgot,
That we were born to truly believe and feel on our own,
But everytime I would share my thoughts you would always say "You're not grown!"
Just because everytime I would bash the throne
For which you sat upon when I was handling something you've thrown in my face.
This house is not a house, it's much deeper than that.
But that's for what you decide, and I'll wait for the replied.

The boy fell down the stairs
and on to his head,
to soon find out
that he'd never be "normal" again.

Supposedly, I gave you a horrid tone,
Expressing of one who's "grown."
Maybe if you treated me unlike a drone,
I wouldn't feel so alone.
I feel like I can't even be at home,
Why would you want that for me..