Tears that stream down a face of no pain,
A man that does not allow sorrow,
It earns him no place in the world,
An iron exterior filled of feathers,
How could anyone know?
A world that is responsible for ******,
Yet receives no accusation,
Another lost soul with nothing gained,
A voice is only heard through call,
Silence brings no news

Does my face reveal my secret?
The hunger of the day has left me empty again,
Drained of life,
I'm not sure I can make it to the end,
My footsteps fading,
Each step shorter than the last,
This pain I'm feeling,
Is one I'm not sure I can make it past

My bedroom window
My T.V of life
As I bid goodbye to another day
I watch the sun slowly creep lower in the sky
Leaves twirl in the wind as they rise and fall
Two blackbirds are locked in a harmony of song
And they dance around each other
Writing a story in the snow as they go
I see the smoke rise in the sky from the neighbour's chimney
And the chuckles of uniformed school kids
Eager to make the most of the day's remaining freedom
As I scan every detail indulging my eyes
I slowly fall deeper in love with life

My music,
Is a desperate call,
In a world that's death to my words

Twisting with the devil in another day of hard earned peace,
Packing thoughts in little boxes counting down till when it'll cease,
Logic out the window as a war can breed a peaceful end,
And fighting with the devil is a dance with the right tools to spend,
Shaking of the shackles that hold down my insecurity,
Sharpening the vision of the world that's right in front of me,
Reminds me that my mind is mine and inaccessible to others,
Feeling foolish for ever feeling special a heartache that I smother

Regression,
Is in my life a constant fallout of progression,
I face the wind with every step I take,
Yet it is with me for every two steps back,
But that's alright,
Because the days where I make it forward,
I'm standing on the top of the ******* world

The endless routine
that never ends,
Each day starts with sunlight
on the windowpane,
A hunger drowned
in a sea of coffee,
Skip breakfast
just to see the end of the day,
Pass through the room full of people
to the other side,
A ghost making peace
with the morning light,
Promises to the day
that are never kept,
Based on dark evaluations
of the night,
Slowly drifting
leaving an empty shell,
The soul corrupted
by the energy of the room,
For where is the strength
that the gods have promised,
Lost amongst the bodies of others
I can only assume

And I can't believe that I'm back here again,
Stuck in between having it all and nothing,
I can taste the joy but don't feel it in my heart,
I can see the light but I'm captured by the dark,
I see the man that I really want to be,
But he's standing there waving back at me,
And he's touching all the things I wanna touch,
And I'm jealous of myself I know that much,
I'm a fish in a tank that's looking out at sea,
But maybe that's all the world's got in store for me,
I'm taunted by myself, my own prison walls,
Perhaps someday I'll learn to let them fall

Do you know tiredness like this?
A neck paralysed by the bouldering weight of the tormented day,
An equilibrium formed upon the belief,
That you have truly scaled the unforgiving walls of hell's cage,
And shared a meal with the devil himself,
A mistrusted silence that is desperately grasped,
In ignorant hope of momentary relief from the day,
An angry storm forming above your fluttering sails,
The only victory in hand,
Is that its grey clouds are familiar to your sky

To love with every inch of your being,
is to be entirely vulnerable to the world

Torn between being and thinking,
Lost in the depths of living and hiding,
Somewhere amidst experience and comfort,
The courage of vulnerability or the wall I surround myself with

I don’t expect much from life,
A cosy house would do,
Some good friends to fill it with,
Maybe a glass of wine or two,

I don’t ask for money or fame,
Happiness is all I need,
A healthy perspective with a day of laughs,
Humbleness to fight the greed,

I don’t even need a fancy car,
Something with character would be nice,
Perhaps I’ll buy a dusty old van,
That I can do up and customize,

I really don’t want to live in the hills,
Or in uptown Malibu,
Just somewhere where I can see the water,
Maybe a day of sunshine or two

I just sat there,
I just sat there watching while you fell deeper into his arms,
And there's no excuse,
But I'm sorry