She walks in beauty, like the night
     Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
     Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
     Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
     Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
     How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
     So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
     But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
     A heart whose love is innocent!

You are young, and I am older;
    You are hopeful, I am not—
Enjoy life, ere it grow colder—
    Pluck the roses ere they rot.

Teach your beau to heed the lay—
    That sunshine soon is lost in shade—
That now’s as good as any day—
    To take thee, Rosa, ere she fade.

The inspiration was empty air
And the window was full of false impressions
Cold sun and spring trees left bare

Even the seasons gave up on changing
It was apathy disguised as depression
The reasons not to get out of bed ranging

From paranoia to frustration
Of the lack of love and sincerity
A growing grave of your own creation

You could be happy if you really tried
And settled for idea of rarity
Convince yourself it’s wired

Into human nature but simply ignored

I can't help but feel
That this isn't how life was supposed to be
I was not intended to be born
Wanting nothing more than to perish
And escape from all the suffering
That has plagued me for all of my days
And has kept me trapped inside
A broken heart, an empty mind

Death would be a release
From the day to day struggles
That weigh me down
Battering my willpower
Eroding any and all chances I have
To be happy, and normal
Instead of forcing smiles
With dead eyes

One shot should do the trick
Or a noose, nice and thick
So as to hold up the bulk of my sorrows
That have been on my shoulders for years
Better yet a handful of pills
And a dignified departure
From a miserable life
Into a blissful end

White is the color of purity
That which is clean, innocent, tame
White stands for sunshine, music, dancing
All the things that bring you joy

Black is the color of darkness
The evils you can find in the night
The monster under the bed, the shadows on the wall
And when cruelty and power combine'

Red is the color of passion, hot and furious it will be
Love, lust, anger, hate
Wildfire which shall not be controlled
But will burn its brightest until it destroys itself

Blue is the color of calm
Still water on a cloudless day
It is also the color of sadness
Deep and haunting, crushing your soul

Flesh is the color of man
He responsible for all the magic and pain in the world
It can come in any shade, yet its all the same
Good and evil, a swirl

Originality is dead
Everything that can be done
Has been done
And creativity is a joke
Because the words he writes
Have been said a hundred times in a hundred different ways
Better or worse, its the same
And that sameness is suffocating
For an individual is the highest from of life
And the mob has overwhelmed him
To the point where he can't see why
He should bother fighting for his life

She fell in love with
the curtain he hung up
around himself;
with the gloss of
woven power.
She became deeply
infatuated with
the slippery silk
hunger of the facade,
obsessing over the
little lustful
beads.

The bartender, poor bartender, he fixes the drinks
For the music lovers, the cigarette bummers, the girls with the silly winks.
He smiles as he serves them all, but we know what he really thinks
As he runs his fingers through his hair, working out the kinks.