Thoughts.

Imaginations.

Words.

Playing through my head.

But where the hell did I place my paper and pen?

Her body is here, but her mind is gone
Not by myself but yet I'm alone
I adore her company and long for her smile
But in her state, it only comes once in a while

For her I'd do anything, I'd give her the moon
But I pray for her saddness to end
If not now then soon

I've been there and I've done that
So I know how it feels
At the time nothing matters, even when it kills

Family and friends will turn their back
But I'm here forever and thats a fact
Through thick and thin, my love stays strong
I'll never leave your side, even when your gone

Cause your an angel sent from above
Real feelings don't end, not when its true love

Glass ball rotates in gypsy hands
Fortunes told of master plans
yet darkness looms behind the cloak
Untruths in words she never spoke

Laughter crackles from hollow holes
Sights unseen in distinctive roles
Light appears then dims to shade
The jagged edge of a lovers blade

She twists the cards and they reveal
The saddened loss of last appeals
Hangman, Magus, Prince of wands
Shackles tied in tireless bonds

Blatant hurt from heathen cry
Today I choose the time to die
Credence blurts it last farewell
The journey begins out of hell....

My Sunshine,
Lights up my days,
When the skies are gray,
My Sunshine,
Is always there when I need them,
My Sunshine,
Shares my joys and sorrows,
Please don't take my Sunshine away

Do you know?
What it feels like to fall down?

Fall down so deep,
That you never see sunlight again
Fall down so deep,
That only darkness surrounds you
Fall down so deep,
That you feel like you will never recover
From that shock,
That shock,
Of...
Falling Down

I am a dreamer without a dream.

I am an artist without an art.

I am a soldier against my own thoughts.

I am a betrayer of my own heart.

I am an activist too scared to act.

I am a lover unable to show love.

I try to be everything at once,

I find that I am nothing at all.

I hide my true desires

behind everything I pretend to be.

It seems all the things I really want

conflict with what I want people to see.

I want to take chances

but fear what I might lose.

I want to stand up for my beliefs

but I don’t know what I can do.

I want to show how I truly feel

to let people finally see the real me

but I can’t stand to show them all my flaws

or let the know that I am weak.

No wonder I can’t make connections

since no one knows who I am.

I wish that I could show them

but I don’t see how I can

since I don’t even know myself

who I am am or who I want to be.

All of my conflicting traits

don’t even make sense to me.