You would never make me happy.
But sometimes I long to abandon all,
In sadness, fall
To melancholy pleasure
Forever.

I should have
What I deserve
Shouldn't I?

Amidst the silence of an apartment
judgment screams like a stadium broadcast.
The footsteps and chatter coming from the walls
reverberate through all six sides.

Six separate families.
Six separate worlds.
Six separate galaxies.

With one man in the center,
hoping one of those footsteps is for him.
Praying one of those laughs will be familiar.
As he lays on the floor of his home, a small
piece of his hope is chipped as the sounds
fade away into the silence of the night.

Once again he is engulfed by the blackness
he finds so soothing. This is where the footsteps
are for him. This is where the laughter is familiar.
Because they are his own.

someone found the future
in your tear drops
in the morning

looking at the paper
what's my fortune
just more bad news

giving myself the easy
lazy way out
giving myself reason
not to grow up

last night
i was about to
throw it
all away
just for you

once there was a White Knight
who stole away my fears
rode a mare called Dignity
out of thin air he appeared

once there was a White Knight
equal in loyalty as in compassion
he slayed the dragons inside my heart
in the humblest of known fashion

once there was a White Knight
with a past as black as night
who had become the best all on his own
and now claimed every fight

once there was a White Knight
who sang lullabies in my ear
countless hours in fields of poppies
when he held me, called me Dear

once there was a White Knight
always coming to my aid
taught me about love and its function
never asking to be paid

once there was a White Knight
who never really said goodbye
a court of fools he called friends
stood by like ramparts where he could hide

once there was a White Knight
who still professed to care
said he still respected my person
and that if I must call, he would be there

once there was a White Knight
but now he exists no more
potions, mirrors, black screens
lie scattered across the floor

once there was a White Knight
but now I bid him take his leave
because I've discovered the only Knight I need
is the Knight that's inside of me

Losing a father
isn't like having your pet die
you don't just grieve
and then get over it
you get home
and your house smells of death
and there is an absence
in your heart, in your life
that cannot be filled by anything
Losing a father
especially like I did,
when I was so young
i was old enough to remember him
but not old enough
to have any amazing memories with him
I lost a father
and I feel that loss
every **** day
its an ache in my chest
its an empty void, a chasm,
in my bleak life
I lost a father to death
and the pain will stay
until I am lost to death, too.

flights of king parrots
landed on the schoolyard lawn
to feed on elm seeds