One of the scariest things about life,
Is when it's all going right,
There's only one way for it to turn.

The thing about good times is,
That it makes you blind to any other reality,
Good times last forever,
And then they don't.

Time, is stolen from you,
Love, is ripped away,
People, are snatched from your existence,
And all you can do is watch.

Good times have an ominous way,
Of finding the perfect timing,
They know when they're needed the most,
And they know when to hurt you the most.

But the opposite of good times isn't bad times,
It's a void.
A lack of existence of anything or anyone,
It's a world in limbo,
Spinning at twice the speed.

Bad times are manageable,
The end of good times...is the end.

She enters the cafe,
As smooth as death.
She was a presence,
Less seen more felt.

The room went quite,
But that wasn't new.
She was the bringer of silence,
The harbinger of gloom.

She scaled in the corners,
She never wore a smile,
Yet her teeth were visible,
Shining ever so bright.

A hint of icy chill,
As people look around,
The tinge on their neck,
Instinct is on the lookout.

A coffee to go she pleads,
Pulling out exact change,
The cashier doesn't look up,
Why, he cannot say.

She slides away so quietly,
The haunted place grows bright,
Alone yet again,
This life offers no respite.

She's been alone forever,
Taking those in her path,
Her kiss is transitional,
She always leaves a mark.

She's had so many names,
She often forgets her own,
Misery, melancholy, sorrow,
Are only a few of those.

Depression is what she goes by,
Always on the move,
She's quite easy to identify,
But it's easier for people not to look.

As we walked down,
The valley of despair.
We found the prettiest,
Flowers blooming their.

Loneliness is love,
To an unfilled soul.
Passion is lust,
To a hopeless sod.

The siren's song,
Like pollen flows.
Calling us over,
To an unwanted forever.

Words on paper,
Kept out in the rain.
This love is forever,
Stuck together with tape.

Colours shine bright,
Blinding us in the belief,
That hope will come tomorrow,
But the sun never sets below our knees.

Hope lies alluring,
Like a rainbow in the sky,
Pretty from a distance,
Disappearing from our sight.

We take this step,
One last time.
Walking in together,
Into the great divide.

Those living amongst us are often quite dead.
A conundrum of listlessness in the monotony of human affairs.

We are in a rush,
An eternal race towards loneliness,
We strive to fight and find ways,
To distance the world around us,
The deafening scream from the shadows,
That becomes the white noise of conversation.

We are the melancholy melody of love in hate,
We are the sirens of youth,
Inflicting metaphorical slashes all over our wrist,
In the hope that our own conscience can hear us again,
That we can find those conversations in our heads,
We had lost a long time ago,
In another life or was it to another life?
Are we real? Or a personality to fit in the perception of reality.
So why are we in a rush?

I burned that bridge,
Down the narrow road,
The one above,
The overflowing bourn.

I watched it's embers,
Grow bold and bright,
I watched it wither,
Like a cracking spine.

I burned it with malice,
I burned it with hate,
I laughed as it scorched,
And left ashes in it's wake.

I laughed at the sorrow,
Of those waiting fools,
I laughed as they had,
Nowhere else to move.

I burned that bridge,
With every sense of hate,
I burned that bridge,
Because it led me to you.

My controller seems to be broken,
The X no longer works,
As I seem to be jumping,
To someone else's tune.

The battery seems alright,
So I give it a fine wack,
I try one more time,
To take my character's life back.

He seems to be running,
Like a man on a mission,
To some unknown destination,
No arrows to guide him.

This independence is haunting,
Like a cut-scene from his life,
I wonder if he knows,
He's coded to move and sigh.

I'm aware he's going to win,
But I wonder if he knows?
His life is written in binary,
His world is made of ones and zeros.

He seems so sure and confident,
As I wonder about his dreams,
Does he want to move forever,
To someone else's beats?

And as he completes his missions,
One objective at a time,
I see a haunting similarity,
Between his world and mine.

The only difference is,
Who's really free?
The charterer of my video game,
Or is it really me?

I seem to be reading,
Words. Woes.

I seem to be breathing.
Inhale. Exhale.

I seem to be walking.
Left. Right.

I seem to be living.
Wake. Sleep.

I seem to be living....

I want to be living.
I'm fading.

Cold hands.
Cadavers all around.
We're zombies,
Pushing daises.

Monotony kills us all,
We try to find excitement in the mundane.

Yawn,
Is it morning already?
Did we sleep?

Wake. Eat. Drive.
Work.
We're machines pretending to think.

Alive only in words,
In love only in practice.
We're plants potted.
Pensive.

Always in pain.
Always...
Alone.

A scratch from the thorn,
Of the ****** rose,
The price of love,
Isn't measured in gold.

An escape from the labyrinth,
Of lovers forgot,
Loneliness is release,
When death comes from the heart.

Five.
Excitements rise,
As we say goodbye,
The world seems smaller,
Distances can't divide.

Four.
We speak our hearts,
As words seem sharp,
But conversations flow,
As thoughts never let us drift apart.

Three.
Booming voices
At both ends,
A cacophony of noises,
Trying to push thoughts in.

Two.
Silence creeps,
As words disappear,
Comfort seeks,
To agree with each other.

One.
We once were,
Now what we can never be,
We once loved,
Now we barley breath.

Zero.
Our world is naught,
We don't know one another,
We'll be a dream,
That once created a world unlike any other.

Five.
We're perfect strangers,
Like imaginary friends,
Who've outgrown each other.
Yet our silhouette exists,
As nothing more than,
A faded perfume,
On your favourite shirt,
That you'll discard soon.

It's so easy to be lonely,
A few simple words are enough to do it,
Or a lack there of.
A few people can do it,
Or none at all.

It's so easy to be lonely,
In a crowded room,
Or an empty hall,
In a club full of people,
Or with a drink alone.

It's so easy to be lonely,
In a relationship with ignorance,
Or a single soul,
With a lover in bed,
Or an empty home.

It's so easy to be lonely,
With your soulmate besides you,
Who you may have lost,
Or with devil as your best friend,
Who'll never hear your silent calls.