I'm right in front of you
Don't you see me
Am i invisible?
Icould be the joy in your life
But you keep looking
Looking for what?
You get hurt
And i am there
But you still don't see me

My book is open
A book of blank pages
Empty thoughts
No feeling, just dead

My pen is set
A syringe of life
That flows out
With a flip of the wrist

A chill from my mind sets
A large dark dome
Painful thin walls
Dedicated to thinking

Traveling down my arm
The information highway
Reaching the end
From being the beginning

Then my hand is alive
Rose from the grave
Filled with warmth
Alert and ready

I create page after page of life
Filling the soft white
With deep black
I make a story

This is my style
This is my writing style

It's a trap.
Is that all life has on us?
A form of happiness that will just be destroyed.
A piece of harmony that will crack.
You are here reading,
striving for a lesson, wanting inspiration.
You learn through the words,
each letter stating its part.
I can preach,
show you the ropes in life,
the experiences I came through;
just to have you nod your head and agree.

I'm tired of it,
tired of ranting on my pathetic life.
We are all guilty on this planet,
guilty to fall for that trap,
so why should I be the only one sharing?
We all have our stories,
the horror people drive us into,
the want and need of our temptations.

Do not hold back.
This shall be my only teaching,
Write and scream,
for your anger, your power
is much too dominant on this world.
Tell someone -
about that very trap you caved in.
You want to escape, don't we all,
the ones who fail are the ones who didn't try.
Don't be the loser, Fight Back.

The blackness of a  hole
A hole of dissappiontment you left me with
I had hopes and dreams
Dreams you stripped me of
You were my life
Meant to be together for ever
I died the day you told me you don't love me

Fake as you act, You are oh so real.
Continue to wither.
Wither, and shrink.
Shrink, and crumble.
Crumble and have the misfortune of living.

Your wearing a mask, but it's still your face.
Continue to smile.
Smile, and lie.
Lie, and bury it all.
Bury it all deep in yourself, for it won't stay down long.

You are trapped and I can see it.
Why won't you come out?
I will accept the real you, I already love the real you.
I am on your side.

I am trapped and I can see it.
Why won't I come out?
I will accept the real me, I already love the real me.
I believe in myself.