Perhaps I've been confused
Matted in perspiration
Perhaps I've been abused
It's time to change the station
My creation has betrayed me
But ain't that what they do
Gotta let em breathe
Or else how ever can they move

Once upon a wretched night,
When every star was out of sight,
Alone the poet sat and sighed,
And gazed into the darkness far and wide,

And secretly wished it to swallow her whole,
Surround her; envelop her, like a hungry black hole,
So that the silence would come, and mayhem depart,
To silence her head, and her beating heart.

Once again into the void,
To have her hopes and dreams destroyed,
To have her heart still, after a final beat,
To be taken and finally swept off of her feet.

Stop the words that fill her mind,
Stop her compassion; what makes her kind.
Steal her hope, her faith and her dreams,
Leave her alone with only her screams.

Take all it is that makes her human,
Leave her dead, a senseless tumour,
Remove her heart so she feels no more,
Then leave her alone and lock the door.

But here she is, not in the hole,
Away in the distance she hears the bell toll,
The night will soon be over, and morning will come,
But her darkness will remain, despite the sun.

As
Now The
Happiness
Is Towering
With A Large
Base To Make It
Worthy Of Staying

Sadness Is Trenching
Bringing Tears Not
Very Often To My
Eyes Which've
Gotten Tired
Of These
Tears