The brain fills with reseeding nonsense, all from public action that convince us.  And we think that we can learn from this.  But we are more lost in thinking about it.  Just more generalizations to take from the past.  To paint ourselves and see how long that last.  The future seems the same , as long as we play this game.  It shows up as an uneven predicament in our face, to steal what little grace, we have stowed away.  But we can take it back and hold our place.  Just burn all those thoughts of hate.  And say we are one as a human race.

Shell encased remedies made with the slightest bit of happiness and sadness.  Nervous tremors of reclusion to blame another. What are you waiting for, another empty chamber, pull the ******* trigger.  Lets end this so sickly, so quietly, there will never be a trace of any parallels to define my face.  If i could find any other way to replace what i knew was lost inside, to spin the thread once again and find a new life.  So forgive me for all my angels are really just strangers, and i really must say goodbye.  For iam breathing in a ocean of madness as my pours exhale my consciousness.  And i scream with all my exhaust to punish my unfaithful past existence with this trigger.  Lets end this so quickly so painfully, i trust you to find me when the leaves blow away.

Fire exposed my bright eyes, the cool flames extinguished my hell.  What a surprise, that i see, another dark hill to lead me.  To the door that doesn't stop turning.  And if time keeps moving forward and backwards, i can't hear the thoughts that crack the bell.  So catch that handle and see for yourself, that we're all dead to start with.

A purgatory of thoughtlessness, and realization of loneliness. Where consciousness takes the chord and tugs you down.  Will you be seized by yourself or someone else.  Will lips move or thoughts be found.  You seem to be an empty space of sound, and a character that's blended heat.  But don't fear for everyone gets picked one day to fulfill their destiny to consume another spot in misery.  From a bucket disliked by the world, fall on the ground. Lost in a puddle of no mans history.

The wilted rose falls, and the crow cries for a crimson savior.  The dawn brakes the glass under the skin, happily broken, a mess in their favor.  To sad to stupid, the dust feeds our lungs, to the roads we take, pushing for a martyr.  Iam uncomfortable with this weather, iam uncomfortable with this pleasure.  From this sick story makes holes in the air, an empty space left to hold in.  Bewilder the sharp tongues and edges for they wander out in the open.  Waiting to exploit the prisoned and ******.  For i don't control the bird in the cage, i only control whether it lives or dies.  And i can't even keep my hands clean sometimes, cuts seeped in filth and end-trail vines.  Burdens blaze and feelings decay for our humanity, its like greed wrung dry from the stains of our lives.  Another rose falls and only a few fade while the rest of us still need, we still need.  For there is never plenty, as long someone still breathes.

Surprised neglections, broken mirrors show faded reflections.  The tiles on the floor play while you begin to forget everything.  In and out noises make skin feel absent.  Lights are streaming, and it looks like the scenery is crying.  Fiction plays with the mind.  A wasteland to remove purity and hide pain.  A burned out shell filled with smoke and ****.  Can't find any means to escape. Lay here to discard  any meaning of anything as the system runs on empty.  They beg for an ending that seems fitting.  Yet punishment laughs for they did their own undoing.

If I can't hold you, does that mean you don't exist.
If you cant hear me does that mean you're not listening.
And if i can't miss you, does that mean that I will never see you.
Though it seems when everything is down.
Quakes, Tsunami's, Hurricanes and Tornado flames.
I see her as if iam in a dream, even as disaster springs.
I lay with her in the grass, the waves calm as our faces are,
against each others.  It begins to rain and put out the flames, and
set the earth back on track.  I felt an angel's embrace, telling me to wake up
and hold them back.  But theres no ones here in this black.  I tried really
hard to remember what happened back at the crash.  Everything went by so
fast, glass splattered and the windshield smashed.  Blood splattered cloths and long empty noises covered the hallways with all different choices.  My head began to spin and I lost all control.  The Angel came again and made me feel at home.  As easy as I saw her when I was in a dream, she was gone again when I was at ease.  I fear I can't hold you and you don't exist unless I fall asleep.  I fear you can't hear me even if I scream.  I wish i could just see you, Ive fallen in love with a ghost that i see in my dreams.  I hope I never wake up it seems.  Wake up, Please Wake up.

To make everyone's light grow brighter as mine grows dimmer.  Is all I can give, and all you can have.  So smile really big for me thats all that I ask.  To sacrifice one and save many is a beautiful thing.  Just trust me when i say this, your heart matters more.  

And what i wouldn't give to keep it filled and warm.  So jump inside mine because theres always room for more.  Always room for more.  And I am fighting to keep it away, but its eating me, did i give to much, now i don't feel safe.  I hope you are happy cuz it numbs the pain.  

Though it will eventually consume me, and i am not afraid, cuz i never let you go. And I may become lost, but i am not alone, cuz i took what you hated, and sealed it away.  To sacrifice one and save many is a beautiful thing.  Just trust me when i say this, your heart matters more.  And what i will do to keep you safe and warm.