I keep a diary
Sealed with tears from my eye
The chronicles of chronic pain
Only proves that I should die

I go to blink
And every time I do
I feel the pain that I once felt
When my eye was stabbed right through

And I spy
With my one eye
A gun on the kitchen table
That I’m not afraid to use

So I write my final entry
And I do it all preeminently
To replace the diary with the gun
I know that it will not be fun

A century ago
The man would be an outcast
But now for the first time
He’s the last iconoclast

All humans perished
Through the ways of the last
All children slaughtered
The rest shortly passed

The belief that it’s wrong
To bring life to a place
As corrupt as the man
Who ended the race

He outlived the masses
With the wealth from his past
He oversaw every step
As the last iconoclast

As I lay my love
To rest upon my shoulder
I see a silhouette
Of when he is much older

Without a shadow of a doubt
I know he’ll suffer here throughout
And as for me, I’ll be in pain
Until the day that I’m without

I turn to him and say
“How can we live this way?”
He turned to me and said
“Just **** me instead”

And at his own behest
I lay my love to rest
Upon his ultimate beholder

The water was shallow
Yet you had me drown in it
Eyes set on the gallows
While my face had a frown on it

I see no connection here
No connection to the crime
The crime of existing
Will be punishment in time

Living with the fact that all your life
Was nothing but a dream
And now that you’re awake
You have nothing left to be

Hypocrisy reigns
With reason’s remains
And truth dies
Behind hands that are tied

Was the glass half empty
Or was it never full
Who’ll fill this glass
For my forsaken soul

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep
And I count scars instead of sheep
And I have nightmares when I’m sleeping
But I don’t weep until I’m thinking

Maybe if I lived in dreams
I wouldn’t be alive on the other end
“Dream big or go home” they say
Well I wish I had a place to call home

Believe me when I tell you
I hate every hour I’m awake
I don’t have anything to sell you
I know **** well I’m a mistake

Well I have a dream
It’s the big dream
And I want mine gone
I want it erased

No amount of change will fit you in
You’re unnervingly obscure
They’re already what you want to be
Yet you’ll never be what they want to see

Something is off about you
Only through romance has someone realized
That you’re a person too

And then all their faults become yours
And flawed is what you are
And you’re scared to look God in the eye

And you know what’s wrong
And you know it’s wrong
And you know you’re wrong

That’s why you’re repulsed at what you are
Yet you return to your own ***** like a dog
Just like that one kindergarten song

I view my actions from afar
A slave to weakness, I can’t defeat this
I feel trapped within a jar
And like a fly as time goes by
When the lid is open I cannot go far

I’m trapped by my own vices
Never told a soul
Pretend that it’s all okay
Just keep moving on

And again and again
I repeat, I repent, I offend
And I look away
Then back again

I’m the only one left
In the prison where I’ve been kept

The guards are dead
My guard is down
And I’ve forgotten how to frown
Can’t seem to get out of the cell in my own head

I’ve found comfort in my cage
The gate is open yet I’m not there
I’m on the floor beside my bed
Feeding off the guards that were
Convinced to end themselves

I’ll wither with this abandoned prison
Like the captain of a sinking ship