Why do you wear that thing?
Not nice to embrace
the coarse khaki coat
wrapped round
your whole body.

I don't want to touch
your untrimmed chin,
what's underneath?

When I remove
the fuzzy item I gasp -
black pin-****** all over your chest
and grass stains
like rays of light too.

You never blink,
just stare at me with wet
creamy-coloured eyes.

And I lay here looking at the sky,
Counting all the leaves that are prepared to die.
Yet they all stay up attached to their tree,
Helping it live on as they die from the disease,
Called Winter.

It's called Winter,
Freezes over the warmth.
It's called Winter,
Pauses back and forth.

And now you know you're trapped,
For nature's mid year nap.
Don't you love the taste of the sap,
As you fall down to your knees.

Until then I lay here.
Until then I will lie.
Waiting for the boss to come down,
And tells me that now is the time to die.

The birds are flying over head,
They make Vs in the sky.
Why not make tissues birds,
For all the ones who cry?

I wait here laying down,
Eyes upon the sky.
Waiting for that lucky bird,
To fall from reaching too high.

Or maybe he'll be alright,
Maybe he'll be just fine.
And just **** on me,
I pray that I am such a lucky guy.

Maybe the Winter will let me be,
Until then I look toward the sky.

Now it's getting dark,
Don't have a clue why,
But I see the bright lights over head,
Now I'm ready to die.

In the dark shadows of the night
I sleep with the crowd
Tuckered away in my nice cozy bed
Asleep i be not
For nothing frightens me more then these dreams of memories

I laugh I play
"This is fun" I hear them say
I cry I weep
"Lets go home" I hear them say

Where may that be I ponder
Walking around with shadows that dwell
The silent noise of a distant fan
Turns to a speed boat; so fast, so fun
Ends up to be a death trap so fast, lets run

What is this place
Where have I step
What must be done
Who are all that follow
How do I get out

The doors appear before me
As though my words have awoke them from their deep slumbers
Broken, splintered, nearly falling apart
All these door were ****
Except that one dressed in red wear

A red so bright
A red so dark
Never understood, until just a few moments ago
This is the door it has to be

And where it leads no one dares proceed

Its a dream my dear, I hear
Whose dream is it, they scream with fear
You must escape or be replaced, they whisper with haste
And we are nothing more then a vivid door, they claim

Follow the path marked green
This will show you the way
Marked with death you may not follow
Marked with pain you may not know
Marked with love you may not have
Marked with hate you will not feel
Marked with innocence you may not take

So go ahead take one
Be marked forever
Or just drift away
Either or you will not believe where you are

What is this hellish theme
A play, a sense  
Well its make believe, a simple dream.

Ripped.
Torn.
She is bleeding.
Save her!
Save her from the madness,
That has daily controlled her life.

Save her!
She is bleeding...

No one sees her.
No one sees her ripped
No one sees her torn.

She is failing.
Failing but holding on.
Clenching to the air,
To the wind that ever blows by her faster.

She is only 15.
Only 15 and she cannot seem to hold on.

This is her life she has no choice but to take it.
This family.
This love.
This deception.

She is bleeding
As she walks to through the halls.
It is falling from her ears,
Down her neck,
Soaking the top of her shirt.

Drenched, in her own emotions.
In her own lies and betrayal.

She is bleeding and no one sees the red.
The redness that filter through me and you.
She smiles and waves,
And you'll smile back at her.

Never once noticing the blood
That seeps from her pours,
Soaking her clothes,
Drying out her heart.

No emotion.
No noticing anything.
She bleeds until the warmth  is gone.

Cold as the Arctic.
She smiles.

I wish we could be genuine.
Touch our hearts with our fingers and hold them up to the light.
Paint murals where the shadows once dreamt.

I wish we could be bold again.
Scream with the intensity we did when we were born.
Find what we desire, and pursue at all cost.

I wish I could be broken.
Set fire to this barrier wrapping my limbs and chisel into the bone.
Mine what I know lies deep within.

I wish we could be genuine.
Flush our faces with insecurities and hold more than each other's skin.
Let our tears and our laughter mean what they meant.