You came with your shiny armor.
Made of white teeth and bright eyes.
And from the highest tower.
I stumbled and fell into your arms.

It was your tender touch.
Your loving words.
And the truthful promises.
That made me yours.

And I thought.
That I finally could be happy.
But it was nothing but a simple grasp.
A flicker.

Now my hands are empty.
Missing yours.
My lips are lost.
Looking for yours.

My heart is now broken.
For the lack of you.
But maybe I should've listened.
When you said your pride was high.

Should've read between lines.

You found out.
That indeed, the tower surrounded me once.
But it was not protecting me.
It was protecting the exterior from me.

You were more pure.
Than a small child's laughter.
And all it took was one touch from me.
To leave you without a cure.

Now I'm alone.
And you realize, you've never needed me.
Go on with your life.
This was meant for me.

if only you knew
how i felt inside
as you stared into my soul
and locked eyes with mine,
if only you knew
how my heart cried
as you sang to me
your beautiful lullaby.

And your intellect is wasted.
Let me tell you, your words will lose their depth.
Because she hears them and smiles,
but they are hollow to her.
They are just an extension of you.
Just another second, third, hundredth chance at half-assed affection that won't last the week.

I wonder what will become of your words.
Of your presence that fills all spaces in conversation.
I wonder what will happen to your heart.
That is more authentic than most and so contrasts her own.
Your mind that follows no one else.
And eyes which love your mother
and long patiently for the sea.
Your head that is tighter than your hold on me.

If she manages to ensnare you
with her black lips and hungry heart,
then I will forever wonder
If she is pulling these things apart.

I’m no longer in the dating scene
Because I know exactly what I need
Someone on the right spiritual path
To be a good example to my seed
You don’t have to have your money right
You just have to have the right mind
Promise to support me and follow God
And only love and peace you will find
For God will be our presiding priest
And Christ as my best man
While the Almighty Father walks you down the aisle
To place yours into my hand
So if you’d like to court this disciple
You must study to show thyself approved
Must truly know our God and have sins forgiven
Or find yourself regrettably removed

Some days I get up just to get by
I get up, get through another day with nothing in my heart
I look at the streets, the leftovers from last night's wasted decisions
What I would do to have another night feeling everything at once
The drunk and sober thoughts clashing
All the bad decisions after every tequila shot
Lately I have to pinch myself to feel something
To feel like I still exist, I hate that
I know in my heart I need to get my **** together
But honestly, how does anyone get to do that
I am actually losing grip on my self
It's like drowning in all these thoughts
But never wanting to gasp, never wanting to catch my breath
Maybe it's because I'm self-destructive, or self-loathing
Whatever it is, please tell me, I'll take it
I would take anything
Just tell me what this is

Feeling nothing is like getting slapped
in all your parts you never knew existed
Like drinking medicine for a friend's fever
Like taking a bullet for a stranger in another country
Like drinking cold coffee on a freezing day
Like being exposed to the sun and still wanting the scars
Like watching someone fall for you, and you, fall for yourself
Like actually liking being forgotten and left behind
Feeling nothing is like clashing, crashing, burning
and never wanting to be fixed by hands that shake
*It just does not make sense

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
  Someone had blundered:
Theirs was not to make reply,
Theirs was not to reason why,
Theirs was but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
  Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
  Volleyed and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
  Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging and army, while
  All the world wondered:
Plunging in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
  Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not--
  Not the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
  Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that fought so well,
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
  Left of the six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
  All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
  Noble Six Hundred!