So i sit here and wonder to myself,
what exactly is wrong with the world,
With every passing day,
there is starving,
there is homeless,
there is killing,
there is hate,
there is envy.
Why is it that when there is a tragedy,
it pulls us together.
why can't we stand tall and proud,
And be the Man or Woman our parents have taught us to be.
Feed the starving even if for one night?
Offer space for homeless so they know they are not alone.
Embrace our fellow man instead of violence,
Shake a hand of a stranger and say,"have a great day."
Look up to others,
and learn from example.
Why do we have to forget how it use to be,
and settle for how it is today.
why do we give in,
or are we are giving up?

The thing about "firsts" is that they can never be repeated.
The thing about "lasts" is that you never know they're the end.

Words pour out.
Flooding the mind
Weaving the seeds of doubt
Hands in a bind
slowly drowning in words
she looks with a blank stare
her silence stabs like sharp swords
she doesn't care
the single stream of words stop
eyes fill with tears
she leaves the shop
now just empty with fears

I once confessed to my dearest Spaceman, "I'm afraid of being alone."
Because he asked me, why care about what they say? why conform?

Because i'm afraid of being the only one.
Ridiculous, he said.

Oh my dear, beloved Spaceman
The loneliest man in the world
Because you went to space and back again
Because you saw something more
Because no one understands your brilliance

But I am only what I am
and I'm afraid of being the only one

When did you get so old?
Why did your stares turn cold?
How many times have you cried?
Why are you so unsatisfied?

I see the guilt in your eyes,
I see the smoke around you start to rise,
I see the pain etched across your face,
I see the anger taking the fear away.

I haven't seen you for a while,
Since you lost that smile,
I reach out to you, maybe I can help,
But I feel cold glass where I see myself.

The mirror can't disguise,
When you're not hiding behind lies.
Who knew that a pretty face
Would cause so much disgrace?

I see the scars on your skin,
I see you've found the razor again.
I see the tears stream down your face,
I see how your heart begins to race.

The glass turns gray, and you look to the right,
You see your boy and his girl dance in the moonlight.
You see your father's last breath taken away,
And the girl you don't want who wants you to stay.

I see the ghost of a girl that I used to know well,
Last year before it all turned to hell.
I see the girl get on her knees,
And say, "Somebody **** me, please."

I see the warrior under it all,
Even though she seems quite small,
She'll fight, because she knows what's right,
She'll never be done, not exactly, not quite.

I see the smoke exhale from my lips,
I see the scars on my hips,
Imagine me having no fear,
If I never looked into the mirror.

From this prison noises rise
Into the darkened, clouded skies
And as my throat bleeds from his shout
All the lights begin to go out.

Curled and shaking on a cot
His sanity begins a long, slow rot.
Downing pills on a dragon chase
No more emotion on his face.

It was the hard parts in his life
That led him to escape his strife.
And now alone he sits and waits
Brooding over that which he hates.

A prison isn't for those who break the law
It's the dark behind his gaping maw.
It's the emptiness inside his yell
It's the open gates of hell.

Prison cells and empty halls
Filled with echoing footfalls
Rattling ghosts that circle round
Hoping to be heaven bound.

He found this place wandering lost
Abandoned, gathering late Autumn frost
Deep inside he lost his nerve
When the drugs made the world swerve.

In the corner of the room
Surrounded by his intense gloom
Walls dripping, running; intense flood
Thick, black water like prison's blood.

He looked around and called it home
No more would he aimlessly roam
A final escape from misery
Into the dark where he won't see.

Blind eye looking for no hope
Making friends with bits of rope
A collection gathered to leave behind
A world that slowly took his mind.

On the wall it's slowly scratched
An idea that he had hatched
A novel written in a day
To describe there was no other way

A holy place, this dismal spot
The walls streaming his sordid plot
An attempt at life long left alone
Protected from the outside by steel and stone

Deep within this prison stays
A man who screams as he acts out plays
Characters inside his head
Company after his sanity fled.

There is a soul, lost but free
That identifies that man as me.