Things never seem the same
When you look back from whence you came
Realization hits you like a wheelbarrow full of bricks
This newfound process only worsens your little mental ticks
And then you don't know what to do or who to run to
And your left debating the worth of what they say is true

Living in a constant state of question
Asking yourself: "Do they know what they do only lessens
the quality, and probably quantity, of your years here on Earth?"
Always weighing the pros and cons of your fickle worth
In and out and out and back, your minds changes and warps
Never knowing what to feel and what to just ignore

It's days like these when I wake up
And instantly feel the crushing weight
It's 8 AM and you've already had enough
As though your confidence is many years too late
Thinking and mulling over and over-analyzing
Co-morbid guilt and selfishness can be paralyzing

So you decide to lay down and get in bed
Only you've spent way too much time doing it
The only thing is that your body is pure lead
And you can't figure out the right way to go about it
You talk yourself out of it but it's no use
There is no winning this when you have to settle to lose

I asked my maladies to marry me
And now I'm engaged to be alone
And I know
That I'm no, no
Good when I'm low
And
I'm always low
I'm always low

Up on a grassy hill
Electricity through my brain
Sky lights up
The crash is deafening

In a valley
Down low, lower
Than I knew I could go
The crash is deafening
The sight is blinding

Up with the birds
Out with the wind
Through with the confidence
And nothing makes sense
Like the up and up
Careening into the dark
And down, down, down
I'm stranded in the park
Dilapidated and dated (and what's my consolation?)
My brain's been thrown to the sharks

Floating, blue water dyed red
As they cut to the surface
My body is cast-iron lead
Watching as this place
Roars from nil and naught
To somewhere I want to stay
I don't know where to look
Now and again I'm turned on my head
Only now I can read it like a book
When I'm not sunken so deep in my bed

Ten decisions
Plague
You're right
One incision
Late
You're tight
And you're in it
Bait
The sight
To see it
Wait
And                   Sunlight

My father, my father
Now he's going to see
I've proven myself worth a bother
And there's no stopping what I can be
Future king of the islands of iron
And son to the one who they currently worship
Sprung in the hard isles, I was
But raised in the frozen north
I can only imagine the plans father will put forth

Now that I've sailed
Though with an unruly crew
The iron price shall prevail
Because my father says it's true
And he is His Holiness
And the undisputed head of my native land
I can do nothing to quell my hopefulness
On these ****** rocks, on this crimson shore I stand
Now and again though I've been told
That I am Theon of the North
And am a part, no longer, of the isles where I was birthed
I will show my father just who his son has become
****** it in the face of islanders who don't believe in their rightful heir
I've made mistakes, misstepped the side who won
But I am a noble, one born into which I will flair

I'm off home now, though it is my snowfallen one
Where I learned what is right
Where there is no such thing as an "iron price"
One which is embedded in my heart so tight
But I mustn't look back now
At all I have gained from these people and lands
For it's time to wake this sleeping cow
I know it is right when I step foot on the sand
March my men straight back "home"
Sneak up, like proper thieves, and sack my once-called castle
Who would've thought it'd be such a gods-be-****** hassle

The howls of wolves rang through the night
Warm air and regret hung o'er my brain
Never was a peacemaker, jus' lookin' for a fight
Always knew a silver lining traced the pain
But then I stumbled on a mangled animal
Breathing heavy, my body just stalled

But this wasn't your usual wild dead
The legs moved and it turned its head
I stepped back as it scrambled, bleeding
Never had such a dreaded feeling

Woke up at the bottom of Old Green Hill
Looked around to find nothing but confusion
Teeth marks riddled arms and then I felt ill
As I stumbled back to my cabin, I felt the protrusion
Of teeth, but no not on my arm this time
My mouth was suddenly the home to primal
                                                                                                          pearly whites