I have nothing to say.
No words to write;
My brain is blank.
No rhythm to recite.
Why?
Why can’t I talk right now?
I’ve got so much to say.
And yet, I can’t say enough.
The old words have no meaning.
The new words have no value.
Besides...
Words can’t say much;
Actions talk so much more.
And words today have no final say,
Actions stage the show.
But I know you’re too close.
You’re too close.
What can I say to make my heart stay?
I really don’t want to know.

Pins.
Needles.
Knives.
Shadows.
They know my name.
They seek my fame.
stop
My Temple plays unwitting host
To the horrid displays they love to *****.
I don’t think I can bear to know what’s wrong
With me.
Stop.
I don’t think I can bear to know what’s strong or weak.
Weak?
Weakness?
Weakness.
Frailty.
It all comes down to the end.
It spins,
It slides,
It taunts,
Stop!
Maybe if I spin again my own weaved web to comprehend,
Then maybe I can fix this flux that burns down my will to trust.
STOP!
Or maybe I can fly again or jump to the sun;
An Icarus end.
STOP!!
die.
I SAID STOP!!!
I’m broken this time, you can bet.
It’s what I get for casting light on my silhouette,
When I wasn’t ready yet.

Down, down, down down.
What went around came back around.
The truth behind the smile is found.
So smile for me.
The identity of monstrosity has been unbound.
Now it’s down, down, down, down… down.

Down, down, down, down.
Feeling at home when you hear the wolves howl.
Alone, I own the lonely.
Why do you cry?
You should smile for me.
But everything is down, down, down… down… down.

Down, down, down, down.
The clock strikes red,
The blue lost its crown.
Just hide in your frown.
Come on and smile for me.
Then fall down, down… down… down… down.

Down, down, down, down.
What went around came back around.
I guess I’m the mayor of this dark down.
Smile…

I’m not alone

Forever surrounded by loved ones
Everyday should bring such peace
Everyday fresh thoughts to think
Looks to me like I’m in a dream

Shared by a loving family
Only the fortunate know it’s no travesty

Daily I feel such love
Running towards that home up above
Yup, this is the good life

There is a monster
Inside of my head.
It’s not in the closet,
Or under the bed.
Us two locked in combat,
Soon one will be dead.
War is peace
For this monster and me.
The arrow,
The notch,
The sword in the sheath,
It stops.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Blood.
Is it blood?
Have I spilled the beast’s blood?
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Perhaps it’s water,
Please give me water.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Tears.
They are mine.
Streaking white across my face.
Fate is truly divine.
Fate is truly divine.
No monsters in the dark to fear,
For my monster is always a mirror near.
Drip,
Drip,
Slay.