A bird will never learn to fly,
If it refuses to leave the nest.
The bird that just won't touch the sky,
Can never soar above the rest.

And although the nest will keep it warm,
While safe under mother's wing.
The bird will deal with too much harm
If the bird can't truly sing.

So be the bird that takes the chance,
And flies towards the setting sun.
Because a bird that's caught in passing glance
Is better than a cage built for one.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For your anger fuels your cry.
Left to roam, but without a home.
Your voice echoes to the sky.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For you have left the pack.
Prideful and strong, you refuse to follow.
And for you there's no turning back.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
For the forest will spread fear.
Late at night, with no hope in sight.
Your call will catch their ear.

Howl at the moon, lone wolf.
The blood flows through your core.
The flesh of your enemy torn to shreds,
Leaves you only wanting more.

So howl at the moon, my dear lone wolf.
For it's they only way you know.
You'll cry to the unforgiving sky.
And never find where to go.

Hey young man, wanna join a frat?

Cool wife beater and a backwards hat?

Come with us, be one of the "bros"

And help us pull some cute little hos.





All you gotta do is follow our rules

Play along and we'll provide the tools.

To be one of the coolest kids here.

Just take a shot and slam a beer.





******* come your way as soon as you join.

All over you like you got loads of coin.

Scoring ******* left and right.

Getting ***** every night.





Frat boy Brad must have forgot since he was drunk.

With this kind of attitude, you'll surely flunk.

But if you don't care about your future, stand up and say:

"I compromised my morals, but it's O.K.!"

An artist,

Bleeding his heart into the canvas

Carefully planning his masterpiece

Dutifully paying attention to every detail.



Emotionally drained,

Forced to finish his work

Grueling over an uninviting crowd

Helpless to the impending backlash



Inspired, the artist continues

Just to prove his critics wrong

Knowing that his work will be amazing

Loving himself even more



Meticulously painting his beautiful image

Never letting stamina get to him

Opening his mind to a grand illusion

Presented to him by an transcendent figure



Questioning if what he saw was true

Reveling in the moment of it all

Slowly, the artist comes to a finish

Trapping the moment inside of his easel



Unveiling to the crowd was his final test

Vociferously, he explained his masterpiece

When all of a sudden, the artist begins to run

Xenophobia had stricken him



You now know why most artists are obscure.

Zealous fans always ruin everything.

We treat our hearts like fighters,
12 rounds trapped in the fear cage inside.
Pride be our fuel, anger our lighters,
Our souls wastelands with nowhere to hide.

Ego hijacks our common sense,
Making shallow love our prize.
Emoting makes our minds go tense,
Until help screams out from our eyes.

The leaps and bounds we **** ourselves for,
Isn't enough to keep our hearts at bay.
Nothing will ever even the score,
There are no words they can simply say.

So why do we put ourselves through hell?
Why can't we just swallow our pride?
Because love is a feeling they just want to sell,
And in debt there's no place to hide.

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.

The tides have changed, they rise and fall,
Your ship is trapped inside the sea.
And although mayday is what you must call,
You hope it's answered by anyone but me.

This isn't your first time setting sail,
Holes remain in the bow from the past,
But where nature before would always fail,
The eye of the storm approaches fast.

Your crew has abandoned ship for shore,
Saving their necks as they watch you sink.
And instead of letting me help even the score,
You choose to drown holding the chain to link.

Red skies give sailors a double meaning,
A morning warning or night's delight.
But as your vessel begins careening,
Remember you chose to ignore the light.

Everything before you is the result of your peers.
You refused to speak up about your valid fears.
So now, as the end of your existence nears.
Your cries for help fall upon unconcerned ears.

Structure, format, foundation, everything breaks down.
It affects the way you think, feel, act, and believe.
You become what you hate, you embrace the vile sickness that overcomes you.
Nothing is spared, your psyche becomes a shattered mass of lost promise and broken dreams.

What is left is what they think is right.
Up is down, front is back, and day is night.
Blinded by the world, afraid of the light.
Your hopes and dreams are no longer in sight.

Panic, dementia, insanity, corruption.
These ideas are now what you embrace.
Corroded are the traits you once pride yourself on.
Go be one of them now, you have sealed your fate.

It's Friday night at the sorority house.
You struggle to find the perfect blouse.
For the party of the year is happening tonight.
So you make sure everything is completely right.

Subtlety was left with your coat at the door.
I'd expect nothing less from a party-hopping *****.
I've no place to judge if promiscuity be your choice.
But it's the same decision that makes my friends rejoice.

Your claws sink in to the first bro you see.
Tonight he is everything you want him to be.
Muscular, tall, and a great head of hair.
You hardly notice him pretend to care.

You leave the party and end up at his place.
His pretentious lines cause a smile on your face.
Then he brings his mouth close to your lips.
Not the ones on your face but those between your hips.

As you lay in his bed, your hair quite the mess.
The words you uttered for those to bless.
You ask yourself if there's anything better.
Than being a mark on his varsity letter.

The oceans flow and bring with them hope.
The tide comes and washes our sins away.
A means of finding a way to cope.
I hope this waters are calm enough to stay.

A levee is built to hold back the flood.
But still some sediments seep through.
The pollutants build up like contaminants in blood.
Flowing toxins deep inside of you.

I look up for a moment and notice a cloud,
The sky and the ocean are one in the same.
Both with tremendous ability to burst aloud,
While suppressing it's power in a matter that's tame.

I look back down as I drift to sea,
And a smile comes across my face.
I realize that everything within me,
Is a possession of this enchanted place.

It's another night alone in my bed.
Thoughts of you trapped in my head.
And despite knowing the truth, evident with blinding proof,
My pride won't let me not be the fool.

And I know that you're better off with another,
And I know my presence can hauntingly hover,
But this is all I know, as my act will surely show,
Just how I revel in the acting a fool.

If this is the role I'm cast to be,
I'll wear my crown with unbridled glee.
Never relenting, always presenting,
Playing your games like a fool.

Your name would echo in the hallway
My friends experts in the game you play.
But I refused to listen, as your smile would glisten,
A boy predestined to be the fool.

Fast forward the clock and look at us now,
Your rise to the top left them all asking how,
But here I remain, fighting for a level plain.
Permanently cast as your silly little fool.

And as we grow old and grey,
I'll finally have the proper words to say,
I'll tell you it all, my reckoning will call,
My dying breath as the fool.

I continue to hold to this slimmer of hope,
For it's the only way that I can truly cope,
With how you really don't care, a hollow heart with pretty hair.
But in the end I'm always the fool.

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.

Happiness is a warm gun I've heard.
Also that **** is such a friendly word.
Two song references back to back.
Keeping my repetition on track.

Wordplay is fun, in fact it's a game.
Some would say that love is the same.
But those that feel that way are broken hearted.
Because the ones they loved have since departed.

My mind's grown stale from not writing in so long.
Forgetfulness truly lies within the ****.
So I'll refresh, and continue this little play on words.
Thoughts a flutter, like the exodus of birds.

So my dreams come to me, and I'll let them in.
I promise you that they aren't full of sin.
The biblical references will now end here.
And so will this poem, as it's conclusion has drawn near.

Nothing else to say to you.
Nothing else for me to do.
Can't understand what I've been through.
I honestly wouldn't expect you to.

Do you care, or was it all a game?
Through the lies do you feel shame?
Who should I honestly blame?
Nothing else I expect to claim.

I'm not a vengeful person, not in the least.
But anger tends to bring out my inner beast.
You fed on my emotions like a feast.
I hope you repent to a priest.

This is probably as bitter as I'll sound.
And these aren't the words to which I'm bound.
But these feelings help make the world go round.
And by expressing anger I'll become unwound.

I'm just a name you will forget,
A memory that will fade,
A one night stand that you regret,
Something inorganically made

But I'm much more than that,
Something you will never see.
Behind the glasses and the hat,
Is someone I struggle to be.

Nervous, frayed, and shaken,
I struggle to find my own way.
But through the road I've taken,
I find the words to say.

A name remembered now,
I feel a part of something great.
All I simply say is wow,
And smile since it's not too late.

Your spirit is that of a flower child,
With dandelion dreams in your heart.
Your personality is your canvas,
Truly a work of art.

I want to help pollinate your dreams,
Flowing in the breeze of change.
You deserve the harvest of success,
That comes from anything in range.

Your voice is a song from the past,
Full of passion and harmonic bliss.
The only instrument needed is love,
A symphony will come from a kiss.

Nothing else I could say would suffice,
For you deserve everything and more.
I could dedicate the world to you,
But that would never even the score.

"Congratulations on the award, I'm amazed you got this far.

Never thought I'd see the day where you became a star."

Oh really, you never did. What kind of friend are you.

You had no faith in me, yeah, we are kind of through.



So save your congrats, save it for someone who cares.

When I struggled, you just gave your sickening glares.

Your two-faced friendship was chalk full of lies.

So this will be the day that whatever we had truly dies.



Your hidden agenda was great, had me completely fooled.

I must have been the slave, for you completely ruled.

My life was dictated, trying to be in your mold.

But now that I made it, you begin to fold.



This now shows your true colors, gray and black.

I'm leaving your games now, no turning back.

So I'll reminisce for you, just to give you a thrill.

Soak it all in, try and get your fill.

Affluence drives the influence,
Brevity mistaken for clarity.
Conveniently concise in assured confluence,
Dependent on constant hilarity.

Engaged in a cult of personality,
Forced diction to subdue the masses.
Grotesquely shaped by a warped reality,
Hidden in plain sight of our fat *****.

Irony isn't noted, only subdued and ignored,
Jaded eyes with headlights all dimmed.
Knowledge is left for survivors to hoard,
Laying in the waste that's been already skimmed.

Might over right, the motto tonight,
No room for a shred of reason.
Oppose this with light, and fall out of sight
Privilege lost in the change of the season.

Question it all as it encloses you in,
Restrained by those who suppress the opposed.
Stricken by goals of absolvement of sins,
Temporary ends to a means they supposed.

Under our cloaks are a beacon of hope,
Values that lie in the morals we hold.
We believe unity is the method to cope,
Xenophobia leaves all involved cold.

Your turn to decide: time to run or hide?
Zealous feelings aside, all along for the ride!

Your name gave me hope, because it was something new.
But sadly I already can see what you're going to do.
You promise that you're different, but I could argue back.
That you stabbed me in the heart, and watched it rot to black.

You're just like all the others, so why should I even care?
Changing your appearance like the color of your hair.
I'm the loser at the bar with his eyes glued to the phone.
In a crowd full of people, I still remain alone.

Uninspired and undesired, I wallow in my fate.
Watching the rest of the world from just behind the gate.
I'm afraid of rejection, but afraid of acceptance more.
Intimacy terrifies me, down to the very core.

In a new age of romance,
One never knows where to turn.
And in this room of broken souls,
I question which desire burns
Loneliness sits on my left,
Sleaziness hangs on my right.
One admits that they feel alone,
The other lies into the night.

And being caught in the middle,
I'm torn between which side to stick my flag.
And the further I cave into temptation,
My conscious begins to drag.
The left provides a conscious clean,
While feeling hollow, but remaining pure.
But at the cost of my own morality,
The right simply provides the cure.

The fence I reside on begins to crumble,
And a decision I must make.
Stay true to myself but feel dead inside,
Or mince some words and join the fake.
The greatest gift is the moment,
A present not to be soiled.
But while the nice ones sit and wait,
The ******* become spoiled.

I look in the mirror, and fake a smile,
And hope pretentiousness is worth the while.
Because if I'm lost, heed this at all cost
Courage is more noble than denial.

So here's another story, of hyperbole and glory.
The words of a soul at 24.,
But the game's not done, it's just only begun.
Let's just even the score!

If life's truly a garden,
Then it must take **** to grow.
Instead of letting the top soil harden,
It's time to reap all that I sow.
Won't struggle to tread water,
While being caught in the undertow.
I'll float and tread, not fish food fodder,
I won't let my weakness show.

So if this is to be my destiny,
And I'm bound to this by fate.
Then take from me this soliloquy,
Cause I no longer harbor hate.
It's draining always fighting within
Internal conflict and silent debate,
But through dialogue rebuild can begin,
Because so many others can relate.

The haunting truth of misguided youth,
We feel weak in fate's cruel hand
But through these cries we debunk their lies
Side by side our friends we stand.

You howl like a wolf, who barks at the moon
Crying cause the love you had faded way too soon.
You cry like the whale, who sings there all alone.
Hoping that someone miles away can hear your lonely tone.

You hear your favorite song, and it tears you clear apart.
The one you dedicated it to has slowly crushed your heart.
You try to sit in silence, but their voice creeps in your head.
You can only sulk in misery and remember what they said.

The memory burns to the end of your cigarette.
And the only thing left for you now is regret.
The last words you said were "And never come back"
But now you are stuck to replace what you lack.

This is the feeling of heartbreak, and it's oh so ******* real.
It's the bitterness that's hidden beneath love's wonderful appeal.
The only way to cope, is to find yourself something new.
The spot is always there, what fills it is up to you.

My heart tells me I'm alive, but am I really living?
In a world full of takers, what am I actually giving?
A half-mast, half-assed, half-empty cup of ****.
Masked in awkward silence and sharp pointed wit.

I'll blame it on the others, say they aren't the same.
When I haven't given reason to remember my name.
Because it's easier to mask the fact that I'm a wreck.
By simply hiding on the wall like a speck.

Doubt and remorse will eventually take it's course.
I'm seeking inspiration, but am blind to it's source.
Hindrance and distraction caused by my reaction,
To the vices that provide me with cheap satisfaction.

Maybe I should simply just give it all away.
Leave town, just drive, without a word to say.
But that would be easy, with admitting defeat.
Another cycle of life that's stuck on repeat.

An expression of self is all I can do.
As the viewer, it is up to you.
You can either read what I say.
Or you can let my words fade away.

Either way, I'll continue to write.
Tweak with wordplay until it's right.
Although you were once my biggest fan.
I guess your interests changed with your plan.

I'll figure it out one day, and then I'll know.
That this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
But I'll still be here, writing alone.
So go ahead, leave your message at the tone.

Put on your pretty face, and show the world your smile.
All of this while holding back that feeling of denial.
Masking emotion is terrible, but necessary all the while.
Isolation of expression, placing it in the isle.

Remove the makeup and show them your scars.
Perfection is only obtained when shooting for the stars.
Come back to Earth, and I'll show you what is ours.
We can sing and dance and parade around the bars.

Live for the moment, don't be afraid of it all.
Take the leap and don't worry where you will fall.
Smile, wave, sing and dance, like it's the grand ball.
And show the world who you really are by trying to stand tall.

The colors fade, and then appear again
Falling away from the color wheel
Looking back on what had been
This is how I feel

The contriteness that I always show
Will linger until all is well
But you simply will not ever know
So I suffer in my own hell.

Clever, witty, deep, pure
Adjectives used to describe me
But how could any of these be so sure
Cause none of those you can see

So I continue to write all of this
With deep care in my heart
They say that ignorance is bliss
And you have fulfilled that part

Swollen eyes and hallowed cries
Gaze upon the city streets.
Crooked lies, no alibis,
For every fate we meet.

We turn away, little to say.
Waste not our dying breath
But it's the way we live today
For its all that we have left.

The total score of 1984,
We fall victim to the lie.
Strive not for more cause we adore,
All which will make us die.

So in a row, away we go
Ready to be sold.
And we'll never reap what we truly sow.
For our dreams perish with the old.

Here's a story about a man
Who put it on the line
Mostly calm as best as he can,
It's rare to hear him whine.

But never the fool he has to play,
The man's usually on top.
But in this moment he's nothing to say,
His eyes scream to make it stop.

Relationship woven with a pattern of trust.
Gone up in ashes with drunken lust,
A spark into a flame,
He turns his head in shame,
He lays his cards upon the table,
He's folding from this game.

He'll never say it, but we all know
That this cut him pretty deep
And to be strong, he won't let it show,
But inside he'll silently weep.

A soldier leaves no comrade behind,
A brotherhood bond struck true.
And as our friend we shall remind,
That he's better off without you.

Take a knife right to my chest,
Watch the words bleed from my heart.
Pulsating in gasps, they won't be the best,
But for me it's just the start.
My feelings pour out like a cabernet,
A cup that happens to be your face
And when I finally figure out what to say,
I might be able to finally save some grace.

I don't question if you care anymore,
Your actions solidify where you stand.
A high scoring game when you check the score,
My total is number 1 in all the land.
But score doesn't matter in this day and age,
All that matters is style of play
Don't reward those who follow the steps on the page,
Non-chalance and obliviousness lead the way.

And like I said before, its not about you,
I know that you're doing your best.
I'm just tired of failing in all that I do,
Of watching success go to all the rest.
"Stop trying so hard, you're time will come,"
Sounds good to those who reached the top.
But I can't control time while I'm under its thumb,
And for giving it my all, why stop?

The truth of it all is that I'm not the one,
Who gets an easy ending to my tale.
Having to sacrifice my heart isn't fun,
But I'll do it to help others not fail.
I can't find the answers, I'll just help my friends,
Live vicariously as they find their mates.
Martrydom can be my means for these ends,
And my part to save those with sealed fates.

I mistook myself for someone who mattered,
Instead of the guy whose emotions are tattered,
Scattered, splattered, and laying on the floor,
The result of my failures from the night before.

I mistook myself for someone who cared,
Whose heart I prayed you would have spared,
Impaired and repaired, propped up again.
Not asking if, but sadly when.

I mistook myself for being your friend,
An emotional shoulder that I could lend.
My time you would spend, with nothing to show.
And now I'm left with nowhere to go.

I mistook myself one too many times.
And paid the price for your awful crimes.
Your words echo like chimes, like bells in the air.
But I know the truth, that you never would care.

It's 1 AM and I'm alone again,
Simply existing like matter in space.
Frozen in the cold front that emptiness brings,
Cloaked in the darkness where loneliness breeds.
Through sullen eyes and an unforgiving mind,
I see something shine bright and clear: you.

Not you, the one who left me behind,
Your shine comes with a tint of rust.
You no longer glisten in the sun, but burn.
Your light you shine never showed your true color.
It was because of you that my darkness grew,
And began to engulf the light I'd shine.

Not you, the one who I burned out.
In my darkest hour you shined your light.
But my soul by then was a black hole.
Your light got lost in the dead of night.
And so you fled, before I found the light again.
Left alone to fight demons in the dark.

It is you, the one I've yet to truly see.
Your light shines too bright to see your face.
But I can feel your warmth, even in this cold.
Your light is a beacon of hope that I'll run towards.
At the end of the tunnel could be two things.
I just hope my heart won't burn out my eyes.

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.

I've toed the line between sane and absurd,
I've held on to your every last word.
But the day has come, and you still aren't here.
And this was the sum of all my fears.

The thoughts I had would make a saint blush.
I honestly hoped this was more than a crush.
I went out on a limb, but under me it broke.
I became the punchline to your elaborate joke.

So here I sit, alone in my thoughts.
Trapped like prisoners isolated in their cots.
Watching the world crumble beneath me.
I gave it all but you refused to see.

Never have I ever wanted it to end,
But that was the message your absence would send.
So now I'm here, back to square one.
Left alone to bask in this hollow sun.

Where do dreams go when they die?
Do they leave our perception and ascend to the sky?
To fuel our rewards for living as pure?
But that would simply make death the cure.

Perhaps they fall with us down below?
Sinking to the depths of torment as we go.
Looped on repeat, you're faux greatest hits.
Forced to watch your soul crumble to bits.

For some, dreams are the goal of the greater good.
Others dream of evil they'd do if they could.
The polarity of dreams mold our world today.
When things we do turn to things we say.

Nightmares can haunt us,  why must dreams resist?
Feeling unwanted even though we insist.
The fate of the future lies in our dreams.
Will they be joyous cried or hallowed screams?

It's through my constant neuroses,
That I think they all oppose me.
And I know all along that its completely wrong,
But a better performance to live out this song.
Inspired by music that's born out of heartbreak,
I wander how much more that my soul can take.
Becuase my greatest fear without a doubt,
Is being the one that's always left out.
For I always have to keep in touch,
Because for others that just is too much.
Of an effort to try and really care,
They prefer it simply that I'm not there.
A burden I know it, it's clear when I show it,
Another chance for me to just blow it.
It's clear that the neurosis that's in my head,
Just won't go away until I am dead.
But death is for cowards who refuse to fight,
That can't see it's darkest just before light.
So I'll keep on fighting until the very end
Because although I'm neurotic I still have some friends.

We keep running, running, running away.
Avoiding reality despite what they say.
It may get better, but we just can't wait.
Feet to the ground, decide our own fate.

The glamour and glitz, we'll take a pass.
The faux appearance of high upper class.
We've got what we want, no more than we need.
Avoiding the allure of consumption by greed.

Late nights of adventure, writing our story.
Hoping that the results lead us to glory.
A car full of people, good music and hope.
Doing what we can to help ourselves cope.

We've all got our problems, but not on this night.
In this brief moment, there's no need to fight.
For we've got each other, a means to an end.
Our souls remain whole, through the bonds of a friend.

Nothing's more lonely than 2 AM in my bed.
Nothing's more crazy than the dreams in my head.
Nothing's more lethal than the words that I say.
Nothing's more saddening than the songs that I play.

Everything's perfect cause you think that I'm fine.
Everything's joyful because I got the chance to shine.
Everything's ruined because I burned it all to flames.
Everything's history when I forget all their names.

Something has to give, whether it's my heart or my soul.
Something has to be accomplished, for that is your goal.
Something has to be presented, for all the world to see.
Something that you forgot, that demons roam in me.

Finally I've figured out just what is really best.
Finally I've decided to give up all the rest.
Finally I'll just drown my sorrow in a cold one tonight.
Finally I'll just live with it cause it'll be alright.

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.

My soul now needs a resting space, 

To escape from my internal storm. 

Your heart seems like the perfect place: 

Tender, soft, innocent and warm.

But I could never expect you to let me in,

For my soul is definitely not pure.

I have struggled completely between vice and sin,

Trapped in the viciousness of life’s allure.

But I see that you are different, the look is in your eyes.

Your scent is innocent, natural, and sweet.

Your calming presence is a break from the cracking of my skies.

A feeling of hope comes every time we meet.

Your existence alone inspired me to write this. 

Imagine what I could if we shared eternal bliss.

Loneliness, darkness, enclosing around you.
Suffocating your thoughts and mind, what do you do?
Illuminate your aura, ignite the passion you once held dear.
Release it all into action, react within, and hold no fear.

Feelings of pain are the hardest to let go.
Why is this? Because they are the most hurtful to know.
Tearing you bare, these feelings released are primal and raw.
And there is nothing to be done, for this is natural law.

After this, all of your heart and mind will be truly free.
Your inner self will finally open their eyes and see.
This inner sight will show and the colors will be bright.
And your radiance from all of this will truly be a sight.

Expectations and reality are never the same.
So when things go to hell, why am I to blame?
Is it cause deep down that you know you're a lie?
Are you so full of yourself you can't look me in the eye?

Climb off your high horse, Miss Queen of the Earth.
Look to the ground to find your actual worth.
If self-absorption was a game, you set the high score.
So upgrade your console, you manipulative *****.

It's time that we both got some space.
But honestly I hope that you fall on your face.
Thanks for the memories, I'll see you in Hell.
I'll be the one ringing your reckoning bell.

We are the product of a failed generation,
Residue of our parents latchkey degradation.
They wonder why the youth are quick to die,
But can't look the truth directly in the eye.

They deny the fact, saying we turned out alright.
Downing another Xanax to avoid the urge to fight.
Complaining that drug use is destroying the kids.
Ignoring the irony with the bliss under their lids.

We're out of control, they're out of excuses.
Not willing to conform to what the propaganda produces.
An image we've produced, of danger and fear.
Not knowing what impending generation draws near.

But not lost on us, is the ability to care.
Believing everyone should have to play fair.
Finding common ground is what our age does best.
And that trait shall remain when our past dies with the rest.

Constant struggle seeking validation.

Crumbling under constant intimidation.

Fearing the worse is always there.

Losing it all without a care.

Abandonment of hope and losing trust.

The knife you're holding enters me with a ******.

Taking my life, my spirit, and all that's released.

Devouring my willpower like you're ready to feast.

If I am the one you care about.

Then why must you leave me with so much doubt.

For I am confused and wondering why.

That you avoid the truth, you choose to only lie.

You're words hurt more then any attack.

You're actions towards me are like a knife to the back.

So face me when you decide I must be hurt.

That way I can see that I'm worth less then dirt

It's darkest before dawn,
But I still hate the sunrise,
Cause it's another day to predicate
On empty, hollow lies.
A debt to anxiety, always ready to collect
Cause once I made the fatal mistake
Of sticking out my neck.

Isolate for safety, quarantine my mind,
Cause my conviction of contradiction
Is embedded in this grind.
Of self validation, through false obligation,
To keep myself alive.
Cause to write these words, it's quite absurd
That it's where happiness will derive.

The reflection in the mirror is the one I truly fear,
For it can't hold my secrets in,
But if my heart starts pouring out,
I won't know where to begin.
So disguise it in humor, cloak it in wit.
Dance to the fate maker's song.
Cause for the sake of all I love,
It's the only way to move along.

Once again I've caught you,
Strung out on your lies.
Plead your case, you always do,
The truth bleeds through your eyes.

Run around behind my back,
Not knowing people talk.
This time I'll finally cut the slack,
And have you take a walk.

I've fallen for this every time,
Only because I hope I'm wrong.
But I'm the victim of every crime,
A different tune hides a familiar song.

You can't fix this or yourself,
So let this bleed out and fade.
And even in your failing health,
You know this is the world you made.

Constantly in pursuit,
Evil at it's root,
Others follow suit,
Because E Pluribus Unum

Blinded by the signs,
Polluted in their minds,
Stacked up in their binds
To gloat for what they've done.

The chase for evermore,
Terrified of being poor,
Striving for the highest score,
Without having any fun.

Consumed by absolute greed,
Green is the color they bleed,
It's all they want, crave, and need.
In their death, it's the smoking gun...

Brooding behind a veil of false happiness,
I smile and wave for the masses.
Never revealing my true madness,
The people laugh and sit on their *****.

I say "Excuse me miss, but your vanity is showing,"
She covers her chest and calls me a pig.
Her brightest color is now truly glowing,
The red of evil hidden in her blonde wig.

I've had enough of this anger and regret,
So I throw my sorrow to the sea.
Let it fall as the sun will set,
And watch it sink with all my misery.

I'll find structure among the destruction,
And settle where others dare not to go.
I'll find some truth within the corruption,
And find my true colors to show.

As I become a memory, you become a verse.
The burden that you bear for me
Becomes a new day's curse.
We gave each other everything: time, faith, and trust.
We ignored the song of loneliness,
The scent and allure of lust.

As the scene shifted, your role began to change.
Your commitment felt lifted,
Your affection felt strange.
The shot clock expired, the title match done...
After the events that transpired,
You also lost your sense of fun.

So what's next for me, I don't know.
The things I want to see,
The places I want to go.
All of these things I will firmly hold true.
But the joy these will bring,
Won't match the joy I got from you.

I normally feel blue, but all I can see is red.
The anger you provoke still churning in my head.
Mixing with feelings of anger and woe.
From the change of roles from friend to foe.

Your words were laced with lies, hidden behind a smile.
By the time I figured it out, I was just another in the pile.
Just another notch in your well worn belt.
Left to reform my heart from when you made it melt.

I decided that it was time for you to be done.
So I went to my friend and he gave me a gun.
I loaded it with vengeance, pulled the trigger, and boom.
Little did I know it would bring me to my doom.

The discharge from the recoil blew me away.
And from the hole in your chest, neither of us could stay.
It turns out you had a heart after all.
It's a pity that a bullet was your swan song.