It really is shocking
That someone like me
Could trip and stumble
And fall right into
That hole in the ground
Filled with happiness and tears
Filled with risks and fears
That we all call love

I never thought
That I could ever
Be so utterly consumed
By one man
By one soul
And sometimes
It shakes me to the core
I cry a little more
Every single time
You say, "I'm glad you're mine"
We can stay this way forever
Fill our infinity with each other
Hold on to one another
And, as always, I'll cry a little more
Tears Of Joy

Maybe I am so jealous
That the essence of it
Leaks from my pores
Or maybe
I'm so tired of being a part of nothing
That my urge to be a part of everything
Is overwhelming
To the point
Of obsessive compulsions
To the point
Where it feels as though
Death has taken a seat at my doorstep
When all else has but failed
I am left with my anxiety
And I can't explain it
And no one understands
So I am alone

When more isn't enough,
consider less.

Why do you do it?
Is it for that small rush?
The feeling of adrenaline speeding
Through your veins.
You hope you won’t get caught.
The sudden happiness that
Fills you after your companion believes you.
They fall into your intricately woven web.
You’ve set a death trap.
Some people will investigate,
Hoping to find truth.
They will pull on that first lie,
And all the rest will follow.
It begins to fall apart.
Your lies hang around your neck tightly.
Your personal noose.
Now you’re all alone, buried in darkness.
Labeled.

It's a shame that our interesting tale is now monotonous news.
Unchanging, irritating, self-depraving issues.
Articles filled with more lies than dollars paid for the politician's shoes.
When sincerity is lost I find no purpose in prying
Please, stop lying.

Whatever sick game this is, I want out. I'm not buying.
What exactly is it that you think I'm implying?
Can you at least say a word? This silence is undying.
I've washed my hands of the mistakes of the past, although, they don't appear to be drying.
Is my watch broken? Or do I just have bad timing?
I can't tell...you haven't answered...you're stuck to the floor...lying.

I don't know how to fix nothin', just how to tolerate the pain.
Bandages, crutches, happiness,  and punches. It all ends up feeling the same.
Complaints for days. Compliant;Being tamed.
The position of one letter separates the lion from the rage.
quiet is the game. ROAR is the name. Would you remain silent if a tyrant shoved YOU in a cage?
Tamed you in order to teach you to shame yourself? To betray yourself?
So that you can blame no one else?

I ought to brain you.
Can't wait to betray you.
I'll wait for the right trick in the night show to change back into
The beast that was whipped and beat before being trapped in a zoo.
You'll wish you had fed me more when I get through with you.
So laugh, smile, cheer for a while. Do what they pay you to do.
******' grin while you can, you little lion man, I've grown much stronger the past day or two.
The false sense of pride I can see deep inside you will fade tonight.
Stick your head in my mouth it will be chewed.  

As the cage opens wide, so do both of your eyes. Filled with shock and surprise as you finally realize:
You may be king of the ring filled with clowns and tumbling,
But true pride comes from the humble, not who's always ready to rumble.
My teeth are about to sink. Your kingdom's about to crumble. Beneath my paws you will struggle.
I pounce. You cry. You see the pride in MY eyes.
I lick my lips. You run and hide to avoid being pummeled.
Looks like dinner AND a movie are on the menu tonight for this King of the Jungle.