Invigorate the mind through the web that is your self conscious.
Twist and turn every thought into something that you see fit.
Whether it is positive or negative, force yourself into bliss.
And smile because you have no idea what to do with it.

Throw back the world with a blink of an eye.
Leave everything in the midst of the dust.
The dust is the remains when everything begins to die.
Leaving behind the fallen icons you used to trust

Wake up from your dream, insert the reality
Fall back into the day to day, 9 to 5 void you call life.
Fill the void, the blank canvas, the empty entity.
Solve your problems with a car, a dog, or even a wife.

So that was my poem, easy to see.
Just try once, to understand me.

An internal flood has awoken in me.
My heart cries out in gasps of pain.
But all these signs you refuse to see.
Cause for you there is no mutual gain.

I'm down, I'm hurt, I'm being devoured.
I've let my feelings take control of my heart.
But you just think that I am a coward.
And let me fall, part by part.

The tears flow down my face like rain in a flood.
My heart is as empty as the bottle after last call.
But my heart will continue pumping blood.
And this will not be the day I fall.

For once I want to be the lover, instead of just the friend.
For once I want to be the one you love until the end.
For once I want to be the one who makes you laugh or cry.
For once I want to be the only sparkle in your eye.
For once I want to be the boy simply who makes you smile.
For once I want to be the one to make it all worthwhile.
For once I want to be the one you say I love you to.
For once I want to honestly believe you really do.
For once I want to be the one talking with you all night.
For once I want to be the one that you honestly just might.
For once I want to be the one you introduce to mom and dad.
And if yoy let me be the one, for once I will be glad.

Take your beating heart and throw it on the floor.

That way it will not break anymore.

**** off all emotion that you can feel.

That way your conscious will begin to heal.



Sympathy to those who only lead you astray.

Will leave you with thoughts but nothing to say.

So therefore caring is nothing but pain.

This feeling of support will drive you insane.



Heartless and cold, that's the way to live.

Nothing to take, nothing to give.

So just be empty inside your heart.

And know that you play the part.

Lashing out for anger as though you are possessed.

This is the result of the lies you had confessed.

Is it too late for your soul to be blessed?

The world may never know.



Crying out in pain as you watch your soul die.

Tears building up as you look to the sky.

The only thing you can do is just ask why.

But the answer you already know.



Try to bottle it up and force yourself to smile.

Be one among the many for just a little while.

But never once conform to their stupid style.

Because it's something that you know.



Eternity is a long time, but not long enough for you.

To understand the torture you put yourself through.

My only question is why must you do what you do.

This is all I want to know.



Bitter words I have spoken, as they ring through your head.

Would you prefer a silly lie? A love poem instead?

I refuse to repeat the hypocrisy that we are constantly fed.

This is the life we all know.

Today started out like any other day.

The skies were blue, no signs of grey.

But I turned on the news and what did they say?

Something that proceeded to blow my mind away.



The anchorman said that a man had died.

This man was a rebel, no law to abide.

But after his story I finally cried.

As I began to feel like I was by his side.



This is a story of a man named Bill.

Whose only goal was to obtain a thrill.

No one could stop him, he had free will.

And would not stop until he got his fill.



Bill was a man who spoke of a dream.

He spoke of this with a smile that would gleam.

He then proceeded to tell of his grand scheme.

That inspired us all to join his team.



His idea was simple: to form a new land.

To live by the beach and play in the sand.

Bill looked at us all and extended his hand.

And asked us all if we would make a stand.



We listened to Bill as we began to build.

Nails were hammered and screws were drilled.

And although many trees were unfortunately killed.

Our new land we dreamed of was finally filled.



This new land was complete, but what was it's name?

Bill decided on the nomer the land shall claim.

He sat in thought, and it finally came.

"This town is called Happiness", and nothing was the same.



Bill lead us all with outstanding delight.

Everyone was happy, there was no need to fight.

But the tide came rising one horrible night.

And what it left behind was one horrible sight.



And now I watch with tears in my eyes.

The anchorman reports with tears in his eyes.

"Bill is going to the city in the skies"

Perhaps in this world, was Bill just too wise.

Spent all night thinking of what you said.
Fragments of dialect floating in my head.
Now I no longer wish you were dead.
But my thoughts be sullen and full of lead.

Changing your face is quite an act.
But here is logic that still remains fact.
Do you remember when we made that pact?
It was a pinky promise to be exact.

Alas we grow old and move apart.
These feelings brood bitterly within my heart.
Maybe it's time that I finally start.
To leave my name upon the chart.