Suicide isn't something to take lightly
Cultivates my train of thought daily and nightly
More than most people can understand
I'm a little too much i suppose
But i'd rather be too much but not enough
I have a big heart and i think it's getting bigger
It might conquer my entire body
If so, so be it.
I want to emulate the past heroes who have saved lives
They're my spirit animals
Who happen to be people
Breathing flesh now receded into paradise.
Don't quicken the process of fleeting away by making a rash decision for one bad day or event that pushed you  little harder than you expected.
There's so much to build upon
Make sure you're the one still building upon it.

It's hard being perfect in a world where it's physically impossible when everybody being flawed
Don't expect me to be your Jack's Mannequin
I have my flaws and i'm proud to be human
I wouldn't want to be someone who never has a defect at all
I want to come off as human and real for others
My ship usually sinks daily
But i'm the Captain so i got this
Or it will be a mental Lusitania
Causing me to prepare for war
Towards my conflicting thoughts
I won't wait like President Wilson
Action will be called upon
But i won't waste a second
I'm keeping this ship above water
My passengers will be safe
It's all on my shoulders
Keep your cannons holstered
We don't want this to really happen
Send your youth back home
They didn't want this.
I sure in hell didn't either.

A part of you goes away ,
Everyday,
To never come back again.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.
The promises, the kisses,
The love you once felt,
The nights, the stars,
The life you once wanted,
The touches, the smells,
The laughs, the tears,
It all goes away,
Everyday.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.

i looked in just as you were looking out
and the thick smoke stung our eyes;
the tears went down our hands into the palms
and when we touched there was a fluid bond
that said we had drowned our sorrows in the tears
and would forever be washed clean in the rains we make

A chill in these
broken bones
leaking out
everywhere
leaving only my decimation
in it's wake

Frozen eyes of blue
remember
a spell of liquid
iced rain

The storms
soft death of cold
brings an
understanding of
the darkness

While freezing in these
cold air dreams.

Where there are no words that connect.
With all the colours that you feel,
To watch letters paint freely into each other
The magic of life,
It is indeed.

Two living statues,
a man of silver
and one who sits mid-air.
Crowds pause wonder stare.

A trench foot Tommy
stands lonely unremarked,
bronzed as his medal,
braced for our next war.