Quiet clouds drifting across the night sky
The world is quiet, as everyone sleeps
The moon above like a half eaten pie
Majestic and bright, her vigil she keeps

And you thought
That you could **** with me
Play with my heart, my feelings
And do what you wanted

Well I've seen past the ruse
And I care about you,
About as much as I care about the ******* form
Of this **** poem

A man with many faces
Is a man with the cleverest lies
He knows how to hide his secrets
And keep them from prying eyes

A man with many masks
Is a man with a practiced smile
He knows how to end his foes
And act their friend all the while

A man with many ears
Is a man who won't be surprised
He knows what his enemies plan
And he acts out the perfect reprise

A man with many faces
Is a man who will live long and well
But ask yourself this, my friend
Will he live in heaven or hell?

Innocence traded for
Fun, *****, and an easy lay
What more is there in life?
That's all I want by the end of day

I used to be so innocent
With good thoughts in my head
But now I'd rather **** than sleep
When I lie in my bed

Carefree laughter given away
For carnal pleasures in the night
Companions valued in my lust
Are tossed away at morning light

Intellectual ideas put aside
For desires of the flesh
And a new girl every night
Just to keep things fresh

I've buried myself far, far down
I don't know how I'll get free
And now I'm drowning in my lust
With no way out that I can see

Am I depressed
Or just a little sad?
Am I insane
Or just a touch too mad?

I try to find rhythm
In the words on the page
But I long to be free
And escape from this cage

I try to find order
In a humdrum, safe life
But I need to get out
Find some conflict and strife

I'm going insane,
At least, that's what I think
And I know that my thoughts
Are beginning to sink

They're becoming so wild
So restless, untamed
And there's things in my head
That can not be named

They claw at my eyelids
They scream in my ears
They keep me awake
And they pour out my tears

I'm going insane
I just want it to end
I don't know what's coming
Around the next bend

The suspense is killing me
Will someone please help?!
I'm about to fall off
Of the highest high shelf

When I hit the ground
I'll shatter and break
And the pieces of me
Will be left for a day

Just to gather some dust
Just to sit there and rot
Because no one will give me
A first second thought

So the pieces of me
That are shattered and broken
Will remain like the words
That I've left unspoken

Alone

There was a flower in your garden,
She was so beautiful and delicate,
Moving graciously in the wind,
But you walked forcibly over her,
Because she was not appealing enough,
For you,
She is a wilted flower.