Am I capable of so much pain?
Third eye shut, an illusion of fear
Nothing to gain?
I wish for the world to stop and to spin,
Instead of falling down under Him

Perhaps the cracks will heal with some glue
A couple staples, some scotch tape--
Good as new?
Pretending instead of mending I keep on the road
The grass is inviting but the signs forbid

Instant soup remedies the common flu
But what I need is a cure for you

Laughter calls me back from catatonic
A ripple of reality comes rushing in to fill the holes
I lay down on the grass, staring at the shapes in the sky
Why did I have to get so high?

Yes I was too forward for sure,
I whispered, I shivered, she shivers no more.
And I knew better than to go out into the cold
To battle the warmth with a stick and some stone
Perhaps later I'll retire to my home

Blue colors drawn on windowsills between the cracks
The recesses open up and swallow me whole
A vacant shell with no home and no soul

I rest my temple on the windowpane,
Not a thought in my head
save for the clouds in the sky.
Looking at greener pastures
Looking inside golden souls and ashen holes.
I want to find the right place, the right one
And I'll write to her everyday.

Refracted light while raindrops fall
A sunshower amid the cloudy nights
She glows, she glimmers, blinding to the naked eye
Reminding of the image in the corner of my mind.
She's alone, she's home, a golden soul in an ashen hole

Your heart you can hear, rejection you fear, you require more bear
To say the right things, at the right time, to the right one,
You overthink, your thoughts stink, is she the missing link?

Sometimes she whispers,
A soft spoken word that soothes the skin,
A melody that cools third-degree burns,
A tear that drowns a sea of sorrow.
Her melodrama is contagious, infectious, and mesmerizing.

She sits at the red diner, twiddling her thumbs,
And you notice her downtrodden eyes.

You grab a sharpie and write on her hand,
"Loneliness is not a function of solitude,
And you'll never have to be alone."
She smiles as she interlocks her arm with yours.
And the result is pure ecstasy.

Parliament's headquarters--Back alley for smokes n' such.
Politicians deliberating on the bread and the butter
While the starving go hungry and the Truth begins to suffer.
Never point to the signs on the wall
12 steps, Denial before the fall.

Consumerist, zombie shuffle back to the car, the market's full up.
Look for the polyethylene creamer. Metallic coated groceries
For the plastic (PORTIS issued) consumer.
"Coke is it" they would say as they take the morning grind (black/two sugar.)

Racists make the sea of Policy makers and warmongers,
Bathing in other's poverty, hunger and pain;
Fearing death before the climb, G-d before the fall
Slashing at the necks of basilisks until they turn to stone.  
Blind and petrified to the core,
I swear God, Parliament will smoke no more.

Comes along the Harbinger, you've got one new message.
Message one, There is no god, only me. I'm your Hypocrisy.
Cry to an empty thought, kid the kidders, sin among sinners.
Shamble back to Parliament's sanctuary, the legislators are in,
Let Smokes n' Such begin.

How could I ever know the thoughts in my head,
Pursuing for the sake of sanity, Vanity's own identity.
But I've never been one for superficiality,
An Honest Abe down to the top of my hat.

I keep fighting, making friends, making fears
After all, I feel better having just one than lost
Hiding from my loneliness, from solitude and anxiety
I keep seeking, searching for the man inside of me.

Just the King of Paranoia, afraid of his throne,
And the hounds bound to the courtyard floor.
Use those diaphragmatic breaths to calm your panic,
Therapist may teach you her magic when you seek medicine.

Sleepless nights alone with those thoughts,
The person in the mirror is ambiguous,
A fanatic for The Game, a Worshiper all the same
The twilight shade comes through the window
The King's cape catches the light of the dusk
The King's crown glistens in the dark of dawn.

Close behind the film layer,
A lonesome creature finds happiness.

And I disappear.

I recede into my shell
Hollow for most of the may out,
You're going to have to break through my skin.

You can't reach me, I'm already gone
This time Id is in full control.