I took it and
swallowed my aches down with
three cubes of sugary smiles while
digging up six feet of dirt
shoving it in without a proper funeral, but
now it's come back.

Wake up to the roar of the sirens
Down on the ground a poor corpse is lying
Here comes the ambulance all in a rush
Because just like  gravity all he needed was a push
Now he wakes up but not at the golden gates
No one's showing up; maybe God was late
But when he finally came it was Satan instead
"Sir it does appear that your *** is dead!
But don't worry your poor little mind *** youre not to blame
It was me who had you like a puppet. You were playing my game!
So now if you'd gladly give me your soul, I have for you a new purpose. Yes, a new role! Since you have such a fixation with Death how bout for a day I let you be him yourself! You won't be wearing any tarnished old robes. You'll look like your normal self as "normal" goes. You'll happily slay all who've betrayed you. All of the souls that have misguided and played you. When I'm all full and are satisfied with my feast, I'll let you off free. I'm not that much of a beast! I'm really quite a nice guy now go have some fun. I'll let you know when your job is done."
Out of hell the young man had risen
Scythe in hand it was time for some SINNIN'

"I am alone"

I repeat as I toss the last shovel of soil over the grave of my careless love.

When the world breaks
And the sky falls
When the sun expands
And engulfs the moon
Will you be the one to carry out the final blows?
Will you run from the flames?
Will your final words be sweet goodbyes?
Or will a battle cry rip from your lungs

Will you become
Or will you be?

fifteen years young, sat on the bus
burnt oranges, humid plastic seats, jolting and rattling with every bump in the sweltering pavement
told a stranger I wanted to be extraordinary someday
he laughed, ordinary is better, he said, I sat confused
this is extraordinary, he told me, pointed to my smile, I didn't understand
all I ever wanted was to build cathedrals that stretched for miles and miles and light fires on everything bad in this world, give a piece of my heart to the sky, create fireworks that echoed back in the reflection of every curious eye,
I stood before the crowds for too long alone I couldn't see past my wistfulness
the walls started crumbling and the fires spread to the good parts and my heart couldn't handle the feeling of being so alive
not fifteen anymore, I sit on the bus, still
jolting and rattling down the road, I realize it now
those trees stretching to the clouds are cathedrals and lighting fires isn't as effective as a single kind heart, my heart sustained from above, curious eyes have a need to be fixed on something much greater
ordinary is extraordinary, your smile, especially
you just have to look harder, I hope you'll see it too

there are two types of sadness

there's the kind that i can't bare
so i watch friends
and listen to happy music
and find someone to talk to

then there's the other one
when you know you're sad
but you want to isolate yourself
and just
drown
in the pool of emotions
listen to sad music
read quotes about life
and
basically
just feel empty