The ants march on my brain all day,
knowing only to walk as time
continues to bear down its weight.
The number of feet seems sublime.
It's too cold for them in my head,
so they turn up the heat with ease.
In time it feels my brain is dead,
throbbing pain before the release.
A drug-induced sleep gives me rest
from the ants' journey on my mind.
I can breathe. Coughs try but can't test
patience as clarity, I find.
This sickness carries memory,
of morbid times, of deathly pain.
Though far from feeling so empty,
it nonetheless brings out the rain.
This heaviness is not constant,
but it hurts in a different way.
I'll look forward to graceful tint
that makes me forget those sad days.

Say that life isn't a straight pace,
but rather a climb to the top.
And I'll laugh with a pain in face.
I'm done with the trip, let me stop.
Cause I've been falling down down down
since the start of this dreadful climb.
Gasping for breath, before I drown
in the sea below, almost time.
Those watery breaths take no more
than how I struggle upon land.
Soon my body will wash on shore,
for I see no help here, no hand.
But if one comes to offer light,
Then I know I can try to fight.

While hearing these beautiful sounds,
I find myself thinking deeply.
Can I recreate love I found,
in another's bright eyes to see?
My everlasting devotion
will never burn like it did then,
as intense as a vast ocean.
Will the Lord kindly reveal when?
Was I not meant to sway girls' hearts
with the kindest words in pure truth?
Reproduced in these kind of arts,
words that nourish, comfort, and soothe?
To entrust my heart in one's hands,
palms not icy-cold like before,
dropped and abused in deepest sands,
strong, I find this want, all the more.
Will one step forward to ensure,
my heart can beat for two the same?
For if she can I will love her,
a smile brought and heart inflamed.

Choke on the venom in your throat,
that burned away my care for you.
I toss away your words I wrote
that colored in a gracious hue.
All this time I stood by your side,
and defended you from bad words
that others quickly have supplied,
and replaced with great songs of birds.
So foolish in my thoughts of bliss,
that paved way for your mass abuse.
Nights I prayed for you to see this;
Instead you gave words that ******.
Another has received my sight,
one who will help me forget you.
when her image closes my night,
you're gone; with all the pain you drew.
In time I hope what drills your skull,
is how you lost me in this way.
Friendship found and revived, now dull,
brought about with want to betray..

Nevermind my previous word,
your screen is far too thick to break.
Your vision is too blind and blurred,
truths I believed were always fake.
I bled with you while at your worst,
I gave my light for you to own,
But never could I quench your thirst,
your cries just louder than your moan.
I GAVE MY EVERYTHING TO YOU.
And you took it all with a smile.
You're one so undeserving, too,
played effortlessly by your guile.
You are the center of it all,
selfish wants brought about with tears.
Impatienly await your fall,
I'll see the rise of all your fears.
Your pleas for attention will fade,
Your confused ways shone by the stitch.
Lips sharper than your razor blade,
apologies come with no pitch..

YOUR screen has more thickness than mine,
it has a different task for you.
It lets you think your words are fine,
and actions are justified true.
Your screen shows your color, your soul,
all the thoughts, desires, and lies,
that you construct and tell so cold,
as you leave my blood for the flies.
But you know just as well as I,
that the glass before you can break.
The only thing to do is try,
as all your loved ones are at stake.
I don't blame you when you destroy,
I've seen the one that took my love.
'Give my strength for you to employ,
just conquer this and rise above.
Don't turn to ones most far away;
the past should remind of your pain.
Trust in those you see ev'ryday,
don't live your gifted life in vain..

This screen around me grays my day,
only her smile could pierce it.
This act for me has gone away,
only this thick screen will not quit.
Her absence made me realize
the glass before me, all this time.
In vain have been my constant tries
'escape entrapment from this crime.
I only ask for swift release,
but I know I can continue
through the cold, numbness and the bees,
and break this screen none can come through.
The colors given are dulled down,
it's hard to give thanks for their light.
But they don't see how much I drown,
I'm empty as I pray each night.
God above and devil below
tug at me with their influence.
There's only one thing that I know:
I won't live my life in silence.