My heart is a levee filled

I used to flow, till the levee filled
Bag by bag the levee filled
With sand and dirt the levee filled.

My heart is a levee filled

Opened and happy, till the levee filled
Naive and **** till the levee filled
All smiles and giggles till the levee filled.

My heart is a levee filled

I’m tears and grey when the levee filled.
Fake masks, and charades when the levee filled.
Wise and cold when the levee filled

My heart is a levee filled

Lonely and useless, cause the levees filled
Ugly and cruel cause the levee filles
Sick and twisted cause the levee filled

My heart is a levee filled

Maybe I should let the madness take me
let it spank, let it hate, let it make me.
As I smile before you with hatred in mind.
Imagine me rip you, with all my might.
And make you pray for returning light.
As you cry, it delights me.

Maybe I should let depression take me
let it cut, let it rot, let it crush me.
As I weep all that weight that I hide.
Imagine me carry my shadows.
And see me break into the gallows.
As I pull the trigger.

Maybe I should let  schizophrenia take me
let it poison, let it strengthen, let it control me.
As I grow paranoid of whispers.
Imagining blood everywhere.
And hearing screams from nowhere.
As I rip myself apart.

My day is pretty simple
Walk by the beach and whistle.
Read a book and listen to music.
Read some quotes on how to live it.

Lay on the grass and think
Of all that is unreal.
Dancing mice that wink.
And of laughing steel.

My drunken Munchkan friend.
Mumbles stories with a funny end.
Sings of good ol' days
Where the garden had its way.

But this only happened
When I was about ten.
And parents found me laughin'
Thinking of me around the bend.

But those were simple times.
Where I'd **** on limes.
To mess with my mother.
And punch my brother.

Now I work with the same mind.
As the one from a kid.
With color in wine
And grey as a mid.

But as long as I see.
The imaginary bees.
Life would be good.
Life will be good.

You seem to be nice.
Not surprised by this night.
Where I have to think twice.
Of ever seeing your might.

Long and lanky.
Strong, so ****.
Curly hair, soft to the touch.
Yet you are to much.

Devoted to sweet music.
Ready for action.
Has the knowledge and uses it.
The sound of attraction.

Outstretched hand.
Skin the color of desert land.
Scheming smile.
Always running wild.

You hurt me.
But don't know it.
Sad as it may seem.
I don't show it.

In fear of distance from our friendship.
But hurts like a whip.
To know I'll never have the courage to tell.
And so far I just say ' Oh, well'.