I am evil.
I am cruel.
I am benevolent.
I am you.

I am always weeping.
I am always sad.
I am desperation.
I'm what makes you bad.

I am pure corruption.
I consort with the ******.
I am so confused.
As to who I am.

I wrote some words with lots of meaning.
I wrote them strong and proud and bold.
I threw them all down, pen to paper.
I wrote them down to be told.

But it didn't happen. It lost all meaning.
When I wrote a bit too much.
So I scrapped it, threw it out.
I don't like that. Please don't touch.

I will fix it, mend it, make it.
Better then it was before.
Then I'll say that I don't like it.
I'll close the windows and the doors.

Opportunity met it's match.
When I passed them up and down.
Here I sit with paper with me.
But I don't like that any more

Rant, rant, complain, complain. My words fall out like summers rain. Adore, adore, give me more. The heart on my sleeve is an open door.
Begin, begin, end and end. No one will feel my true love again.
Weep, weep, sweep and sweep. My ***** secrets are mine to keep.
Feel, feel, becoming motionless. I'll never be able to read your lips.
Focus, focus, lose my grasp. The life of a ***** is one hard task.
Live, live, die then die. The more I feel, the more I cry.
Sing, sing, silence, silence. When you fall in love, I fall to violence.

Remember when we first met?
It was the best day of our lives.
Remember when we first kissed?
It sent shivers down my spine.
Remember when we first had ***?
It reminded me that you're my life.
Remember when I forgot?
It got rid of all my strife.

Remember when you yelled at me?
It hurt my ears to hear you scream.
Remember when I dropped my coffe?
It stained your carpet with sugar and cream.
Remember when you met my friends?
You told me you didn't like any of them.
Remember when I forgot?
It showed me that you were no gem.

But do you remember the good times?
Where we laughed and sang our songs?
The times that we would hug it out?
No matter if it took too long?
Remember when we worked together?
And I was always late?
I bet you don't remember this.
Didn't I say forgetting is great?

I was with you from the start and stuck until the end.
I clung onto your back through all the curves and bends.
I wrote you songs and cried you oceans.
Just so you can swim and sing.

I carried all your burdens and tended all your needs.
I carted away sadness and watered all your seeds.
I even made sure that your house was always clean.
Yet you always say that I had broken in.

3 years ago we fell in love and started our own lives.
3 years ago we stopped thinking and started mixing strifes.
Present day I have learned better to give my heart away.
And now my mistake has made me all alone again.

I wake up in a haze. The blood is rushing from my head...
I look around me, shattered rock. I'm pretty sure I should be dead.
I don't question, only accept. At least I try my best.
I see the bodies of the broken, seems I did better then the rest.

I march on into this land, purple skies and orange grass.
The water's blue just like our own, but releases deadly gas.
I start to remember how I got here, the trip was very long.
I remember that old rabbit hole, and as I fell I sang this song...

"Save me, save me. Levitate me. Don't let me hit the solid ground.
For all I know I could be long gone, my body hits but not a sound."

It was a song taught by my mother, thought it's very ill in taste.
I sang it for it brought thoughts of her. Yet still I feel life was a waste.
I remember all the good times and remember all the bad.
But this place makes me feel that bad times are all I ever had.

I can still keep my head clear of the evil thoughts and sounds.
Finally, my visions clear, I've come upon a castle ground.
But as I write this in my cell, I don't think it was a good thing.
That this whole time I've tried my best, but I still want to sing.

I sang so loud it woke the guards, and they cuffed me right on site.
Roughed me up a bit too much, and threw me down with all their might.
I'm in a land called "Run-A-Way". I knew it would be bad.
With purple skies and orange clouds, and water leaking gas....

(PARODY, SATIRE & TRIBUTE)

I used to be upset
I used to be sad
But now I just feel dried up and sad

I used to be depressed
Once I almost died
And one time I used to always cry.

But now I'm kind of happy
And I'm even married.
Though it's to my cousin, our kids a bit too hairy.

I even stopped my drinking
But I keep on writing
Sanity and creation rage on in my mind fighting.

So please do not be sad
And don't turn into me
'*** I'd rather die from mystery then tears that drowned me in their sea.