You gaze out into the distance
Your eyes; big, glossy, frightened
I call out your name
You don’t hear me
I try again
You snap out of your trance
Your eyes, red and dangerous
The puckered remnants of your lips
Poke out
As you cup them between your thumb and finger
You smile – but it’s too hesitant
Too needy
Unnatural
You’re lost...
A ghost – living in between the land of the dead and the living
You can’t break the hold
Oh, though you’re desperately trying
Trying
Too hard not to suffocate.

*...Eyes are the window to the soul.

Taking the pain
To release my pain
The pain I'm feeling deep inside
My heart
My brain
Emotional pain
Which I'm trying so desperately to hide.

Taking the pain
To release my pain
The pain I'm feeling deep inside
Anxious
Worried
Mental pain
No one for me in which to confide.
(anymore)

Taking the pain
To release my pain
The pain I'm feeling deep inside
Horrified
On the edge
Physical pain
Turning over to the dark side.

Taking the pain
To release my pain
The pain I'm feeling deep inside
My heart
My brain
Emotional pain
Which I'm trying so desperately to hide.

I drowned in my tears, as they streamed down my face,
I took out my weapon from its glass case.
It gleamed in my hands as I turned it over and over,
Sat beside me - torn, what was once, a four leaf clover.

It has restrained me - and yet it torments,
with each blow to my arm; my mouth ferments.
Coughing - as i strangle myself with my thoughts,
I struggle to breathe as my mind soughts

Any comfort between these four walls,
Beckoning my name - I hear your calls.
They echo through the night and resonate through the day,
Leaving me in a crumpled heap of dismay.

I'm ripped, I'm torn, I'm broken,
here - take this metal as a symbol of my token.
For now, following the angels - I'll drift away,
Looking like I'm asleep in the place that I lay.

It comes, it goes,
When it comes we know
For every time it comes
A battle comes unseen
Each time, every time
We lose a soldier,
We lose a love,
We lose a life.

Yet we look up and thank
Thank that we have got time,
Time to fix broken promises
Broken friendships
Broken lives
Broken ties:
We think, we cry,
To live a better life.

To foreshadow living a better life.
With no lies, to live a fantasy life.
Yet, we seem to forget
All the promises we made
And how it will come again
Maybe for me, maybe for you
One day it will take us all
Even if we have friendships to fix,
Promises to make.

It has no boundaries
No stopping, no pleading
It will come for everyone
And everything -
                            Death.