You watched me as I trace your veins
like they were train tracks to Neverland.
You watched me as I interlock our hands
like they were padlocks to our bodies.
You watched me as I cling onto your body
like they were electrons and protons.
You watched me as I smile with my crooked teeth
like they were the cutest sets of teeth you've ever seen.
You watched me as I talk about my worries in life
like they were the crucial news on TV.
You watched me as I cry my burdens out
like they were poison in my veins.
And as you watch me..
You held every piece of me in your arms
like they were the most fragile home décor.
You kissed and filled me with words of love
like they were the antidote to my poisoned wounds.
You cupped my face and locked your eyes on mine
like they were bright streetlamps glistening a dark alley.
You stroked the strands of my hair and tucked them behind
like they were delicate silks given from the Gods.
You breathe through my ear the promises of forever
like they were my religion I worship every now and then.

A step a splash and water flies everywhere
Drops fly but in glistening fragments of lights
Peals of laughter shake the air with joyful music
They fade in time and then, silence
Alone once again on a well walked path
Trees on either side lean gentle in the wind
For a moment, only a moment the clouds that darken
Both the  mind and the sky are driven away
One action of spontaneous restless desire
Creating a smile that tunes into a laugh
To unleash the floodgates of  emotionless mirth
A quickly fading memory of childish humour
Though that moment, as brief as it is
Takes me in her arms and leaves behind a memory
To be held to and treasured, grinned at foolishly
For the light that shines on that random puddle
Is mine now, offered to live on in my mind
For i know it will be dark again, and soon
Thought to laugh for only an instant, a moment
In the childish way abandoned by adults
Is to give hope for a better world.

I owned a funeral parlor and I earned a lot of bread.
I got paid a whole lot of money to cremate the dead.
Each cadaver that I got rid of earned me five hundred grand.
I cremated ****** victims and for years I was in high demand.
OJ wanted to hire me.
But he didn't like the million dollar fee.
I always got repeat business from the Mob.
I fried those corpses when I turned the ****.
You'd better believe that when I cremated a body, it was much hotter than a sauna.
I'm extremely surprised that nobody ever wound up hiring me to cremate Madonna.
When I got through burning a corpse, there was never even a trace of evidence.
But the Police broke down my door as I was frying somebody and it was intense.
After being sentenced to fifty years in prison, people nicknamed me 'The Baker'.
If you need to get rid of a corpse, you'll have to call another crooked undertaker.

I'm scared of all those voices inside my head
They scream to hell
They could bring me to death
I can't let them win
But I'm just so tired
So tired of this life
So tired to fight
I just want to let go
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
and sink into unconsciousness
after all
wasn't I born to die?

Yeah, you should've.
But saying that you should have or could have won't change the past.
It just helps you to make better decisions in the future.

I lie in an empty bed in an empty room.
A chasm of words beneath me, screaming out.
The silence subsided from the ebb and flow of my thoughts.
My bitter thoughts.