No rest, no tears
No lust, no fears
Not even a blink is worth of my time
Things bother your head, will not bother mine
I see through your gaze, I see through your lies
I see through it all I am one of a kind
The things that you did, the things you will do
My eyes, they see far. much further than you
So don't look at me like I owe you a dime
If you came to hate, then it's hate you will find
No need to imbue me with your rosy picture
I'm not gonna stay if you planned me a lecture
Don't seek for my help, since you're on your own
No crying will help nor the painful groan
You'll never be missed nor to me you'll be useful
The way you abused me, that's the way I'll abuse you

I dwell alone here,
a prisoner within
my own mind and life,
encumbered in burdensome
shackles of my own invention,
locked restraints of self-delusion
to which solely I possess the keys.

the sun is setting,
colors sprawled across the sky.
ends hold beauty, too.

first love seems so real

second's just for fun

third love's quite the prettiest

(fourth never sees the sun)

Hi there,
I see your brown eyes that dare
I see their happiness,
and unpredictable mischievousness,
Warm with crinkles on the edges and all
Promising me an irresistible fall

you there
They said, your brown eyes that dare
Telling me to be brave
and pursue these things I dare crave
Swearing to be there by my side and be
The best of friends with me

hi there
I say to your brown eyes that dare
I see your happiness,
and blatant lightheartedness,
But I see behind those madness and all
That your heart and soul are ready to fall

I'll be here
I wish your brown eyes could hear
I'm now telling you, be brave
Just let go of the darkness you crave
I swear to be by your side and be
Ready for you to lean on me

For the days flooded with sun and the ones shining with rain
For the suffocating joy and the blinding pain
For hallways left empty and rooms full of laughter
For the dark raging storm and the light that comes after
For the pounding music that leaves pounding aches
For frustration and accidents and all our mistakes
For walls that tell stories and stories untold
For jokes between friends that never grow old
For brilliant blues and for blacks of the night
For the little things and the big things and all things alike
For these concepts and happenings we’ve all seen before
Here is your requiem, that you won’t be ignored.