why is it that i forgive so easily?
why do i always weigh intentions instead of faulting stupidity
when stupidity, that fickle fool
caused us such grave heartache
and for what

why is it that i forgive so easily?
and risk my feather heart
exposed
a brothel for sentiment
care murdered and never returned
screaming out to be ****** over
by another
time
after
time

why is it that i forgive so easily?
and allow anger to fade
lay waiting for recognition
discard all ammunition
and tell myself once more
that *it is all worth it

I'm scared of the dark
Afraid of what i cant see
scared of who's watching
of everything that may be
because in the dark
im all alone
even in a crowded room
if its dark
its
just
me.
and i cant go to that place
where all the demons hide
where my own spirit torments me more than any other
where the dangers of my soul linger near
where my own voice sounds foreign and unclear
shaky
and muffled by fear
Im scared of the dark
because i never want to be left out
I never want it to be such that what's in front of me
I cannot see
I might miss the good things
and step right into the bad
and the darkness will never tell me
or warn me
my whole life seems like its in darkness
and im so
*******
scared.

i'm sure you're quite busy
you've got better things to do
yet still sometimes i wonder
what ever happened to you?