It is scary for a writer to not know what to write
it is like you are lost at sea
with no way home
sailing for days on end
no food no water
just you and the fish

Oh how fools can pity me
For they can not know
Of into which sadness I flee
Of those dark shadows I go

If they dare, sought me out
They know not what they find
From the terror of midnights' shout
Buried forever within insanitys' mind

I will take to the grave my sorrow
Even in Death I am never free
Condemned to rot in somewhere hollow
Where the fools can pity me

into the darkness
and serious shadows of complexity
i still see you within
even when you say
im invisible
the glow of your neon skin
and those sparkled eyes
i still see you within
even if it is still a thousand feet
i will dive
even if pressure won't let me in
darkness won't **** me
it won't **** us
because even if it is towards the center of the earth
i will find you within

*b.a

A burden looms
A curse against the destination
So seemingly attainable
When setting out upon the road
And making first steps
In untrodden snow.

Around each corner
Another barrier rises above the path.
Yet another stalwart mountain.
Cannot one day be easy on the journey?
Each makes the distant goal seem more futile.

Yet the base of the hill gives way
To the persistence of small steps
As surely as the summit does.
The tough slopes seem insurmountable
But have no reply
To the inching progress
Of one foot
Placed
In front
Of the other.

And as rest comes at last upon the crest,
And yet a thousand more peaks still rise in the distance,
This one achieved goes into your pocket.
Credentials against which
All the rest will fall.