I feel my eyes drooping,
The pattern is still looping.
One day, to a night,
I just sleep and feel alright.
But now I cannot escape,
To that world where there is no hate.
For I know a greater horror lurks there,
But yet it really is everywhere.
A flash, a slight closing of my eyes,
And I awake back to that place of lies.
If I shall awaken from this horrid nightmare,
If I do survive, I might be changed. Beware.

A creak in the door, your heart skips a beat,
You try to catch your breath, and you hear the sound of walking feet.
Your heart pounds and you race off to get outside,
But the door seems cemented shut, oh no! Got to hide!
But you know you cannot escape one who is unstopped by walls, floors, and objects,
And all of its evil subjects.
Your close your eyes and hope it goes away, to end all this impending doom,
And yet then you sense something coming into your room.
You cannot move, it feared you still,
You cannot struggle, it holds your will.
Your eyes creak open, but not by your choice,
Then when you think you're done for, the sun comes up and saves you; rejoice!

In the breeze of fall, the leaves blow away,
And sometimes follows with my humanity.
A gentle coming, a sweet melody,
A time where there's space for everything.
The seasons, the worlds mood; starts to change,
And we do too, it's very strange.
Throw a dusty window, lies the fate,
It's fading away at a deathly rate.
So keep your memories and save them well,
For they might bear a story to tell.

Don't want to think,
don't want to move.
Don't want to feel,
every scratch and groove,
in my worn down defenses,
I built up so high,
hoping that someday;
I would touch the sky.

I wonder sometimes,
If people actually care for what I say,
Or if I'm just writing, toiling away,
For nothing.
The thoughts always swirl,
my head is a constant mess.
Does anyone care?
I write for the joys,
but also for the cold pain;
To become hollow.

As I type, as I write sometimes,
I ponder my existence.
I try to view the world in a different way.
I can't see friends as friends,
but people;
Acquaintances.

It seems I subconsciously try to block myself out,
From this cold, cold world.
Though I was indeed made for it,
like an Eskimo.

Lovely lady, lovely voices,
lovely options, lovely choices;
Which one to listen to,
which one to feed,
which one will follow through,
which one is she?

A darling child, bow on head,
depressed potato, stuck in bed,
wild eyed monster, drawing blood,
ghostly loner, craving love.

"Join the chorus!" they all scream,
"Escape from those who are ever-so mean!"
"Make them pay, give them what they deserve!"
"Stay calm and silent, fade from the Earth."
"Keep away from all the pain."
"Avoid all not in your domain."

Each little friend has such nice things to say,
Lovely Lady, don't send them away!
It's impossible, really, don't even try,
removal methods will just make you cry.
Lovely Lady, shed no tears,
just listen to us for all of your years.
Lovely Lady, why are you afraid?
You'd better get used to us dear;
For we are here to stay.

Some people were born deaf,
other's words going right over their head,
not even entering at all.
Ignorant to other views,
oblivious to other thoughts,
blind to any logic except their own.
They cannot learn, cannot change,
hearing aids will do no justice;
They'll refuse to use them anyway.
If unfortunate, they cannot see,
hurt feelings, painful words,
all things negative caused by them,
not admitting faults, throwing blame elsewhere.
Surrounded by a painful energy,
people can barely stand to tolerate.
How do you heal such a person far gone?
You don't; For all you do will hit an unbreakable wall,
of their unbreakable minds,
so you can only hope they shatter themselves,
only hope they hear the voices of reasons,
see the light of knowledge;
For only then, they can function properly.
If they choose to, that is.

Colorful bubbles escape my mouth,
popping with a joyful aroma,
I laugh and out it goes,
now sticking to my back.
My embrace is suddenly permanent,
stuck in a good mood with a good person,
unable to pull myself away,
with a giggle, I remain.
Why mess with a good situation?
Being stuck to someone changes things,
suddenly words are spat, flaws revealed,
both wanting desperate escape, to breath,
though they cannot because of the gum that holds them.