Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Driving through the dark of night.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.

Go a little faster, I just might.


Turn on the light, hydroplane.

Driving through the pouring rain.

Behind my eyes, anger and pain.

Today, truly, the best of me insane.

Though stories it may tell,
Be still, my Tell-Tale Heart.
Silence the complaints and hide the truth,
Before they even start.

As I hide from the King Pest,
Please let The Black Cat see me.
Again, I’m home. Hiding alone.
Not the way it should be.

As I wait in The Haunted Palace,
In A Dream Within a Dream,
I pen a poem To_(I heed not,)
Because, where is Annabel Lee?

As I sit inside my Pit,
A Pendulum of worry over my head,
And nothing at all I can compare,
Not what I write nor what I read.

As walls of anger ***** tall,
Over my Dreamland,
I realize I’m just a pawn of The Conqueror Worm,
My only true choice is ‘how long can I stand?’

And to me that dark, evil eye,
Is the happy people I adore,
Reminding me what I have not,
While a Raven taps at my door.

As I listen to The Bells chime,
Reminding me what I love them for,
I watch afar The House of Usher falls,
Lo! Nevermore!

One day I met the devil.

He was in the trees.
But in reality, he was everywhere.

He never left my side.

He was out the window.
He was around the corner.
He was in the back of my mind.

The pale, white face.
The blank visage.
He showed me nothing.

He wore not a face of kindness,
Nor one of hatred,
But a crown he wore, for of the dark, he truly was King.

He saw nothing.
I felt something.
The Man in Black just waited.

Why try to run?
He will always find you.
He'll follow you until you have faded.

One day I met the devil.

He stood tall among the trees.

I found him inside of me.

One day I met the devil.


I shook his cold, pale hand.

Don’t look now, because I am watching you again.
From the shadows of your mind.
From the light you left behind.
I am here, forevermore.
Even as my heart lay on the floor.

I am the things you’ve done that you will never admit.

I didn’t exist to any but you.

I was there, I was real.
I felt your hand in mine.
You know that I was there in the past.
Still alive inside your mind.

Repress. Distress. Wish you could end it.
Because no matter what you think, in your closet, I sit.

The white shadow you cast on me is gone.
It recedes to dust.
Like everything must.
I was real, I know.
After all, it is your fault that I am bones.

Twist the story, tell the lie.
Tell them all, say goodbye.
In your head, I never leave.
In my own, you are all I’ve ever seen.

Why don’t you let go?
So I can too?
Release this stranglehold.
**** my thoughts,
And how they fuse with my heart.

I am the Skeleton in your closet.

And I will not leave.

In my rocking chair, I sit.
The youth is something I just don’t get.
Why would you want to be like that?
Oh, it’s time for today’s first nap.

Long hair all down your face.
Makes you look so out of place.
Spiking it and dying it blue.
Must just be a phase you are going through.

These kids never have done a day’s hard work.
Their lives are filled with perk after perk.
Just work, school, friends, pressure, social acceptance.
And the asking for help is such a nuisance!

There’s that girl with the two lip rings.
Ruins her pretty face with those things.
She could be such a good trophy wife someday.
Why would she want to be an individual anyway?

I just got back from mass this morning.
Where some ******* at an alter told me what I should be thinking.
Too bad our children never sit in the pews.
Then they might act just like all of us do!

Why do you keep getting tattoos all over yourself?
Why can’t you just be like everyone else?
Time to take my meds that the new generation made.
Boy, if they knew what it was like back in my day….

And I won’t even try what those kids call music.
I mean, if it’s not from the ‘50s then it’s not even worth it!
It makes my ears bleed, it has no quality.
Don’t care about the message, it is far too noisy!

And the black clothes that they think are so cool.
Why not wear some orange, red, white, or blue?
And for some reason you think chains are OK to wear?
People will talk about that, don’t you even care?

This generation I just don’t understand.
Living their lives by their own hand.
Standing out from the crowd, and doing wonderful things.
What good can that possibly bring?

Who are you?

I'm the one in the forest.
In the attic, in the basement.
Behind your eyes.
I'm the selfish, I'm the bitter.
I'm the disgraceful.
I'm cold. I'm uncaring.
And I don't care if you don't like it.

Who are YOU?

I'm the one people talk to.
Text, see, hang out with.
I'm the funny one.
Without a care in the world.
I'm the one who's not flashy.
But a pretty good guy.

Why are you here?

Because the spotlight is never on me.
I'm miserable, I complain.
It's about time someone listened to me.
If you won't live up to your name,
Then I will.

I hate you because you're fake.

Maybe you can fool everyone else.

But not me.

If you don't like who you are, then why don't you let them meet me?

Because I'm better than that!
Maybe I'm not who I want to be, but at least I'm not you!
You're horrible.
You just wallow in self-pity and blame everyone else for your problems.

You are just a resentful piece of crap.

Say whatever you want, I was dealt an unfair hand.

Maybe I'm resentful.
But you're not even real.

Let them see me.
The one you SHOULD be.

Would you rather be bitter, when bitterness is in your heart?
Or a walking lie?

I am NOT a lie.

Again, say whatever you want.
But we both know the truth.

*And the truth is me.

She'll watch the plane overhead,
Until it disappears behind the clouds.
His mind is back on the boarding ramp,
Back with the girl who stands out from the crowds.

At night when they lie alone on the sheets,
Of their too-empty beds,
They'll be dying just to go to sleep,
So they can dream of each other inside of their heads.

Never before have I seen two people,
Made more for each other.
When he returns to the town they know,
They will all see how fiercely he loves her.

When two are joined together, forevermore,
Nothing can keep them apart.
A million miles between them.
They still dwell in each other's hearts.

A burning red candle lights the way,
So he can find his way back to her.
When he does she'll be there waiting for him,
Never has a feeling been so pure.

When they look into each other's eyes,
You can see the sparks start to fly.
Being separated, you don't need to worry.
A love like this will never run out of time.