Look at the world that I create,
Where everyone plays a part.
A center in which all feelings relate,
But unable to be chained to our heart.

I can play God in this world I've made,
But I can't control how they act.
All I know is in time the characters fade,
A narrator too tongue-tied to react.

The audience buckles as the scene unfolds,
Gripped tightly as it all plays out.
The star delivers for us all to behold,
And tie in what the show's all about.

With the best stories being based on truth,
I guess mine will continue to twist.
And if you're still reading then there is the proof,
This story is one you just can't resist.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When I was young, what I feared the most,
Were the monsters under my bed.
But when I grew up, I began to host,
Those monsters in my head.

As time went on, I began to find
Those monsters became my friends.
Battles ensued inside my mind
Just simple means to the ends.

Fear, doubt, and self loathing reigned,
As the three wise men inside.
Under their control, my confidence waned
And forced self respect to hide.

These monsters continue to reign supreme.
And refuse to let me be sane.
The answer differs from nightmare to dream,
Victory, or a bullet to the brain.

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 question the meaning of friendship,
Right down to its very core.
I believed that a friend must give,
But my 'friends' thought to simply take more.

Nothing but an afterthought,
My 'friends' leave me in the dust.
Care must be optional to them,
I thought it was a must.

When they are sad, they talk to me,
Because I'll try to make it right.
But when they are happy, they forget I exist.
Which for me means another lonely night.

Maybe the problem simply is me,
For not knowing my 'friends' weren't true.
And those who know me reading this,
Chances are, I'm talking about you.

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.

Today's the day I start anew.
The search to find what's really true.
I'll search my soul to find what's inside.
My hopes and fears can no longer hide.

I'll start this quest to save myself.
To recover the strands of mental health.
I'll prove I'm sane and full of grace,
And abolish the outsider in my place.

The problem is not knowing where to start.
Is it my mind, my soul, or even my heart?
All I know is that the time is now.
The questions remaining are when and how.

The final piece to the puzzle is you.
I can't figure out the role you do.
My greatest ally, or my greatest foe.
I guess only time will truly show.

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.

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.

I'm looking for a reason,
A reason to the question why?
But everything in this current season,
Amounts to one humongous lie.

The people that I know,
The so-called "friends" I've made.
Are nothing but pure show,
As I live in their eternal shade.

Maybe I'm not understanding,
Maybe I need something to change.
But as I brace for a crash landing,
None of them are in range.

So here I am, as always alone.
Because my value to them is slim.
I live alone in this isolated zone.
With my outlook extremely grim.

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.

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.

Your cries for help fall like tears,
To the unforgiving masses.
You spill your guts and your fears,
While they sit on their fat *****.

The crowd feeds on your futile pleas.
The emotion keeps them alive.
The stench you emit; they cling to like fleas.
Your failure is the reason they survive.

So keep them happy, play your part,
And watch them as they dance.
They revel in the pain in your heart,
Then turn without another glance.

The sickening part of all of this,
Is that you call them your friends.
Your pain is all they would surely miss.
So appease them to the very end.

Eventually the moon loses its shine over time.
It dims and then fades; nature's greatest crime.
The van Gogh you desired turns dim, then black.
It's lost in the memories you won't get back.

The stars you wished on burned out in the sky.
Falling like tears that you refused to cry.
Splattered like a Pollack, then erased from sight,
Left alone to ponder your life in the night.

It may be darkest before the dawn.
But all of your dreams seem to be gone.
You're channeling your inner Picasso blue,
But dreaming of what else there is to do.

Your easel is life, your brush be your decision.
Will your masterpiece come from perfect precision?

When you open your mouth, I begin to sigh.
Your conversations always start with "me, my, or I".
Force feed the others to consume your lie.
To prove a point you simply must make.

No amount of cover-up will mask your vanity.
You're the driving force behind the decline of humanity.
Mascara will only emphasize the look of insanity.
That shows in every photo you take.

You call it confidence, most call it deceit.
At the edge of the frame, decency lies in defeat.  
Pushed out by your ego, empathy sent to retreat.
With every crooked smile that you fake.

So stay true to yourself, ignorance is blissfully gold.
Vanity and conceit disguised in your attempt to be bold.
Your feeling of humility left out in the cold.
A process you enabled for egotistic's sake.

It's hard for me to understand,
Why I continue to force my hand.
Because it's clear from the start,
That my place in your heart,
Is a drop in a barren wasteland.

I just don't get why I'm not enough,
I guess I just don't have the right stuff.
Maybe I just care too much,
About your emotional well being and such,
But I guess I'll just keep calling your bluff.

Friendship is hard for me to obtain,
Because few that I try with seek mutual gain.
I'm simply used as a crutch,
A safety net you can clutch,
Then you recover and never see me again.

So do me a favor and make intentions known,
That way I can help you reap what you've sewn.
And at the cost of my soul,
You'll finally hit your goal,
And I'll stay being the friend you disown.

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.

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.

“They’re never gonna love you till you can love yourself.”
The echoes of their words knock the feelings off the shelf.
Shattered feelings recover, but the bond is not the same.
The cracks in the soul will only weaken in blame.

“Your pain doesn’t excuse the damage you’ve done.”
Remorse doesn’t fix the holes made with the gun.
The dead stay dead, you don’t get to blame them now.
Because healing doesn’t start with when, but how.

“You aren’t responsible with making all things right.”
You’ll drive yourself mad in the wars that you fight.
The world will go on, even after you’re dead.
So find yourself at peace with the demons in your head.

The sun will still rise, even if your horizon is bleak.
You’ve experienced the valleys, it’s time to climb the peak.
Plant your flag in the base, and shout from the sky.
“Today I live for me, and that is the banner I fly.”

Letters, words, syllables, sound.
Tiny fragments make the world go round.
But it's the words that aren't said that make this stop.
The fragile sense of self begins to pop.

Hide it all behind a smile, say that it's O.K.
Everyone is better off when it's this way.
**** pride, **** glory, **** self esteem.
Let everything you know come busting out the seam.

All of this, everything, is tied down to diction.
This has become a story that is greater than fiction.
But the world won't understand what I am saying.
As I don't even understand the options that I'm weighing.

Honestly, this writing is starting to grow old.
I can sense these feelings are numbing and cold.
So I'll finish this with a simple request.
Have fun, be happy, and I hope for the best

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.

If it's easier for you to apologize,
Then get permission from the go.
Then you need to look inside yourself,
And see what's left to show.
Because you override your boundaries,
Entry is allowed from any source
Data corrupts your mind's processor
Nature's taken off of its course.

We should try to fix your sanity,
And hope it spreads into your heart.
Because masked beyond all the vanity,
Is the real place that we should start.
You jump like a dog who hears their name,
With fits of joys or absolute fears.
You can't differ voices when all sound the same.
So more often it's puddles of tears.

Let's talk about the loves in your life,
The catalyst for all these games.
I'd ask your heart, mind and genitals,
But they'd tell me three different names.
One is passion through intelligence,
One makes your heart just feel the best.
But one just gets you so turned on,
That you just say **** the rest.

And now you're looking in the mirror,
A broken soul worn down by jade.
You're memories reverse to childhood,
And then they begin to fade.
But the image that's left to reflect,
Is the image you've made your own,
The cracks in the mirror increase your shine,
To remind your soul you're never alone.

Our parents said when we grew up,
That it would all make sense.
18 years later, half a drink in my cup
And I'm still sitting on the fence.
Because I understand the little things,
Like what really was under my bed.
But I still don't know who pulls the strings,
Or what's really inside my head.

Afraid of what the future will bring,
I'm drowning my fears in the bleak.
Because with time comes an eventual swing,
That helps bring down your body's peak.
My greatest fear is being alone,
While watching the undeserving succeed.
Submerged in doubt, up high on my throne,
I fail to adjust to life's unfathomable speed.

The first two verses came from when I became of age.
And a lot has surely changed since that day.
I have calmed a lot of my fiery rage,
And completely understand life in entirely new way.
But my hopes and fears remain the same,
While the rest of the world changes face.
But I now know I'm the one to blame,
For never trying to change my place.

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

I’m sick of all the *******, I’m sick of all the lies.
I’m through with listening to your rhetoric; your words are now fallen cries.
We’ve all been beaten, bloodied, and battered before.
But shattering lives won’t even the score.
It’s time to hit them where it hurts the most.
Their pride, their ego, that callous entitlement they boast.
So given the chance, would you do it again?
The ends and the means are both on the mend.

It's Friday night, the feeling is right,
And I've gotten myself in the mood.
To sit on the couch, and act like a grouch,
While deep inside I brood.

The cynicism in me is easy to see,
Because I never leave room for doubt.
I refuse to believe but instead I perceive.,
A life with a reason to pout.

Sitting in place, with despair on my face,
Unable to give myself a chance.
Because deep down inside, I'm inclined to hide,
For they never give a second glance.

So with words I'll play, I'll woefully say,
That this is not how to be.
Because if you spent the time to read this rhyme,
You're just as manic as me.

My lungs keep me breathing, but am I really alive?
24 years later, and I'm just living to survive.
Because cowards end their life,
With a gun, pills or a knife.
And none of those are the answer I'm trying to derive.

My life has been flipped, in every possible sense.
I fear I'm becoming always mentioned in the past tense.
I work at night and sleep all day,
No one to hear what I've got to say,
I'm staying afloat, but at what expense?

These are my feeble cries to a unconcerned crowd.
I continue to chant "when will I make you proud?"
Because the people don't care
All they will do is stare.
As I cause a scene with a voice that echoes loud.

Your style and grace illuminate this place,
When you crack a smile on your face.
But your eyes conceal a world full of lies,
That was created by all the other guys.

I'm not depressed, I'm just uninspired by all the rest,
Whose eyes seem to fixate entirely on your chest.
And after a while, it'll go out of style.
But you'll hide your denial with a crooked smile.

Its insane to know they have nothing to gain,
By attempting to get inside of your brain.
But I'm not the same, and I know its a shame,
But there's no one to blame for this silly little game.

So give me a chance, more than just a glance,
My intentions are greater than to get in your pants.
Because more than your bed, I want in your head.
To prove that romance is anything but dead.

Her song is like a siren’s call that leads me to my death.
The same old tricks that make me fall will take my final breath.
The stench of death comes off her clothes but still it smells so sweet.
From highest highs to lowest lows, it’s the fate I’m doomed to meet.

She’ll offer you forbidden fruit while knowing what it holds.
You’re dignity now hers to loot, your soul bending while it folds.
But just one flash of that perfect smile, you believe it every time.
You know she’s guilty all the while, yet you help commit the crime.

You say you’re tired of the game, you always know the score.
And if the rules remain the same, why keep coming back for more?
Because denial is your only friend, and you know it to be true.
So watch her wait until the end, then get ready for round 2.

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

As a king I sit at the top of the hill,
My throne cast into the shadows of night.
Behind my casings I watch the thrill,
Of the echoes just itching to fight.
For which cry or plea of insanity,
Warrants a much needed action of change.
But through vanity we're denied humanity
And all hope remains out of range.

A city littered with broken dreams
Scattered like trash on a public street.
The tattered faces more than what it seems,
But strung as those lost in the beat.
The smell in the air as foul as the crimes
Committed behind the veil of justice.
And here in lies the question of times,
Has our trigger for empathy become restless?

Dollars and cents without common sense
Spread towards the towns select few.
Remorseless souls, no signs of their repents
Noticiblally absent from the public's pew
Our father's fantasy, our mother's dreams,
Once beaconed as the hope of the West
But now it seems, just lost to the screams,
And left to the wayside like the rest.

Social obligation, feeling brave.
We flock like herds of sheep.
Awkward conversations, an optimist's grave,
Another night to struggle to sleep.

We gather like rats at a hole in the wall,
Drawn in by the droning of the beat.
I question why we can't resist the call,
When it's failure we are doomed to repeat.

Smile and pretend, laugh at the hollow pit inside,
Fill your soul with whiskey disguised as hope.
But on the floor, there's nowhere to hide.
So you take another drink and hope.

And when the lights come on at the end of the night,
You look more lost than ever before.
Because deep down you know you're right.
And that everyone inside is empty at their core.

Who you want to be for them,
Is who you need to be for yourself.
Extend your branch, they snap your stems,
And you're left alone in dying health.

You gave out all your survival kits,
Left alone in your sinking ship.
But if you just realized who didn't fit,
You'd have survived that maiden trip.

Stop dying for other people's sins,
The man with the beard did that first.
You aren't allowed to claim their wins,
And your denial just makes it the worst.

If you want the world you think they owe,
Then go and actually make it your own.
Because we all reap what we will sow,
And your bounty can't fit in just one zone.

I've learned a lot of things since birth,
My ideals I cleverly contrive.
But I've never could price my own self-worth,
What value do I derive?
 
If I was presented upon the shelf,
And a dollar bill was the max.
I'd want you to protect your wealth,
I'm pocket change including tax.

There is one thing I can't project,
And it should drive up the price.
I'm a commodity that my friends collect,
To them my value is thrice.

So my price upon the shelf will raise,
And for more time I'll have to sit.
In time, someone will cast a gaze,
And see my value a perfect fit.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I can't believe I fell again,
Forever cast the fool.
I sat and tried to comfort you,
While you cried alone at school.
I tried to tell you everything,
You just didn't want to hear.
And now this beast has come to life,
Everything I always feared.

I'm everything you need in life,
But not enough you like.
I give my best performance,
He just winks and drops the mike.
His perfect hair, his cheeky smile,
That boy just sure can spit that fire.
And keeps on splitting what your inhaling,
While you only only just get higher.

But I just can't be hateful,
In fact I'm green with envy,
I only wish you'd tell the truth,
There's no need here to defend me
Glad to know I'm an appetizer,
To prepare you for the meal.
I hope he says he loves you, then lies.
Then you'd know how how this ******* feels.

My god it's truly tragic,
That this is how it ends.
I would have accepted honesty
Cause I thought that we were friends.
But instead you show your colors,
Shining bright for all to see.
And the reality of the matter is,
The only fool here is me.

So take another snapshot,
With some whiskey and your lens.
You sit and cry about your life
And all your dead end friends.
When the truth is that you'll never change,
You didn't care at all.
And now I'm stuck with all the pieces,
The shatters from the fall.

Two birds leave their nest and begin to fly together.
A dark omen in the sky predicates nasty weather.
Undeterred by their state, they choose their own fate.
And fly like one under a lone ruffled feather.

Thunder and lighting echo in the dark of the night.
These birds can sense that they are in for a fight.
The wind begins to shift, their flight begins to drift.
As they soar in the sky looking for a beacon of light.

The winds shift again, the birds caught in its path.
Mother Nature begins to show her draconian wrath.
The birds begin to ascend, precious energy they must spend,
Hell's fury unleash, no salvation for the birds nature hath.

The birds begin to fall, descending to the ground.
But nowhere is safe from the echoes of the sound.
Lighting strikes the Earth, completing the circle from birth.
Crescendoing with the raindrops, death begins to hound.

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.

Your voice is my alarm clock
Your scent like salts to bring me back
To another day of conflict,
As I brace for your attack.

The guns are blazing in this fight
It's high noon in this Wild West
But before I have time to load,
You've fired two into my chest.

Trust was lost with innocence,
But you still will play this game.
Only, you can turn it off,
I wish I could do the same.

I finally find a moment of peace,
But you decide that you want more.
I emptied the bench hours ago,
While you just run up the score.

And after all the struggle,
I collapse and close my eyes
On pillows of broken promises,
Blankets quilted out of lies.

I've made this bed I rest in,
Toss and turn throughout the night,
A greater foe, this time myself
As I relive every fight.

Bottles of alcohol should be labeled "False Hope",
Because they are no more than a method to cope.
You drink one down, pass it around, and get lost in it all.
But back down to Earth you'll eventually fall.

Once back to the surface, you gather a new means.
Of getting to the levels shown on the silver screens.
You get yourself high, but it all ends the same.
You're floating alone, sifting through all their blame.

"A car wreck sound lovely", you say to yourself.
As you pull out the blade and harm your health.
Your silent cries have fallen on empty ears.
It is the final product of your greatest fears.

You found a revolver in your parent's drawer.
Ready to claim the casualty of an internal war.
"They won't miss me at all" you truly believe.
But I'll still be here, alone and left to grieve.

We are all just little dreamers,
With ambition and goals in our head.
Through rallying cries and vocal screamers,
We keep marching until we are dead.
Our hopes lay over the horizon,
Our fears dwell in the valleys below.
The gold in the sunset we keep our eyes on,
Is better than what we already know.

Our cast is made up of broken smiles,
And eyes that have seen real hell.
And although we've suffered different trials,
We unite under the same rallying bell.
Learning from our ancestors before us,
We carry their badge in our hearts.
In their rallying cries we form our chorus,
In this symphony we all play our parts.

And they won't silence us until we are done,
Until all our demands have been met.
If our bodies go down by the blast of the gun,
More of us will arrive you can bet.
It takes more than a bullet to **** an ideal,
And we will stand by it to the end.
Consider this cry our grand reveal,
Of the fallen hearts on the mend.