monsters under my bed
monsters in my mind
masters in my head
whispering to me blind

voices that are gone
come back to remind

my heart begs to mourn
afraid of what my eyes will find

the silence begins to roam
and i'm back in rome
on a colossal tide

travelling back and forth
between love and loath

i'd rather have them both
open my scars fresh and wide

in a room so silent
where sound travels
faster than light

here darkness resides
in lust and fright

wandering all night
with stars to hide

photos to like
memories have lied

to all those who have died

since past

when it all began
with plight

of all those who have cried
but died

yet, i want to be there still
wide open
when a lonely heart
begins to beat

begging to be free
but in a delusion
that cold is just
absence of heat

give me a pill to be enlightened
and i'll set fire to every thing

for the chaos is
just a form of silence
some thing's aren't
meant to breed

so, have you been
in a thought so violent
that everything around
starts to bleed

filling the emptiness
with opulence
a forest made up
of lonely seeds

ready to feed, steady and asleep
in this silence
you can taste the essence
of the universe rearing to be free
telling tales
of men and monsters

and of everything that came to be

Barefoot dreaming
Dandelion graveyard
Wrapped in yesterday's wishes
Drowning in a Bluegrass sea

Raven black shadows
Sweet tea lips
Cast upon a field of has been
Porch of hiatus

Rooted rocking chair
Song of tomorrow
A promise that cannot be kept
Tune of a heritage soul

Black eyed susan cries
Aerial view from a robin's eye
Golden rod sunrise
Bourbon moon

Deep fried soul
Bonfire lullaby
Love song melody
Deeply rooted

When I started getting sick,
My school attendance dropped week by week.
It was a painfully slow process;
A day here and there turned into a few days,
Turned into a week, until I spent weeks off school.
My friends dropped even slower, even more painfully.
The ones I'd made at that school disappeared
Like the world's greatest magician collective.
And the ones who I'd known for years...
Well, they were too busy living their own lives.
They saw me here and there, and it made me happy when they did,
In the same way that rare glimpses of gold make a poor man smile.
But eventually the darkness of loneliness devoured me entirely,
And I receded away from everyone while blaming them.
In those days, I was a zombie in all aspects of life,
And the Internet was the only time I had a reprieve.
I was a hollow shell, grunting one-word answers to parents,
While discussing my favourite shows with online friends.
And without that online presence, I know I'd have ended it
With the shadowy hand of depression passing me the knife.
I never would've made it this far,
Where eight years have passed and I'm still close to those friends,
Where I've met up with some of them
And overcome my anxiety in ways I never thought possible.
To many, the Internet is for shallow, brainless people,
But for many, it's a lifeline, and every #selfie smile I see
Is a person thriving instead of wilting.

The chance you never gave me
The words I never got to say
You shut me up with conclusions
You blocked me out with ignorance
Never truly acknowledging my existence

Wasted smiles on a fool
Too much ignorance put into a name
Sick of saying sorry
You're the one to blame
The static in my voice
Shame falls down like rain
A **** monsoon

Dictations of worth
Dismissed time
Focusing on difference
Wandering souls on a path with no direction
Left out in the frost
Missing the sun

A language of change
Shedding burdens
Trust falls with no safety net
Catch me

I wish I was his cigarette,
Have him breathe me in so deeply
Wrap his lovely lips around me
Set fire to me, And
Burn
Slowly for him
To be the thing he holds
In his artful hand
Oh, what a lucky thing
That cigarette

there are some days
when the absence of stars
turns the horizon into
a beautiful void

there are some days
when my ears deafen
not from brilliant supernovas
but the beating of my heart.