He sits there in his favorite rocking chair
Gently it sways back an forth
It's wood aged from its years of service
Chipped and faded
He sits an stares
Thinking of his old self, me
His eyes past there prime
His face saggy
Riddled in wrinkles
Gathered over the years
They tell a story of his age
Ears hang low, spikes of hairs peek out
He stares out
He would tell you the world is grey
With a complacent look on his face
He imagine his once true love next to him
Her once blond hair white as snow
Her crystal blue eyes
Dulled from the decades
Her skin now saggy like his
She sits in a matching chair as his
There chairs rock in unisons  
She would always disappear in the breeze just before she smiled
He sits in his favorite rocking chair
Even though he's old now
He still remembers her
She's everlasting
He finally looks to the sky an smiles
And just as the chair stops
So does his heart

I would cast a shadow
But you’re already there
I would leave this house
But I’m caught by the style of your hair
I can’t show up out of nowhere, no that wouldn’t be fair
The planet is my lair
Feeling only the swiftness of the air
You’re the reason why a shadow like me would care
I’m just a shadow, who wouldn’t dare
Dare to care
I’m as broken as broken could be as a shadow
The weeping willows are really weeping
Their life is slowly depleting
They can relate to me
We’re falling under
We don’t want be shadows any more
We don’t want a shell
Or something to hide in
We want to be like the rest
The alive
We feel like Spalding in Cast Away
We can’t respond back
We desperately want to
We hear your cries and pain
But were quieter than the uniqueness in the rain
We are screaming your name
But it won’t do any good
Our goose is overcooked
And now we have to sit back and face facts
Opposites attract
But why don’t Shadows?
Because we’re just nothing
Existing in something
The background dancers to this lifeless performance
We’re asking them to throw tomatoes at us
It’s just a given
Nobody wants to be us
Nobody has any recognition for us
That’s why we long for them to
A reason to be celebrated
If we’re not getting attention we want, than we deem ourselves as useless
But we shouldn’t, there isn’t a room for the hopeless
But everyone tells us we’re just shadows
And we won’t amount to anything
It’s so hard for some of us to not believe them
But now they’re no longer retreating from themselves
They’re deeming themselves as victorious
Because they dragged the weak down further
Because they feel like the dirtiest portion of dirt itself

I drank 4 shots yesterday
Every single one
"in the name of those we lost in love"
Feeling the burn
Down my throat
Tasting your last
Goodbye
And watching it infect
The blood in my veins
I felt the dizziness of
Being lost
The kind you feel when
You've just lost a friend
Or the one you'd fall asleep next to
Or both
I felt the nausea rise up
Like a roaring sea
With the memories we once had
As I stumbled down
To touch the ground
That for once felt like home
Trying to rid myself
Of the thoughts of you
Swimming in my mind
Sober or drunk
It's always you that
My heart remembers

Of all the tools in the world, the hammer intrigues me most.
Both in war and peace it has been a worthy companion of the host.

A weapon of mass destruction it is in times of war.
In times of peace a effective tool of mass construction across every shore.

It has been used both to make and to break.
The wisest of men have always known what action to take.

Forged both as a tool and a weapon in the heart of a furnace.
For those who bring a wind of change across the surface.