I write down all the chatter I hear

In the hallways of my mind, cheer

Once I finally convey some meaning

To how and why, I think, I do, and also what I’m feeling

This digital pencil of mine, it’s writing in blood

****** dripping letters forming words that flood

My head, with every passing second

As I choke on the words, still can’t think about the present

Writing down what I’m desperate to say,

Hey you, please help me I am not okay

I wish it were that easy, but I think I’m just afraid

Afraid to be rejected


Oh every night I prayed

Prayed to the people in the sky I don’t believe in,

Am I talking to the wrong ones?
At least they’re talking back

Inhabiting my body, just waiting for one of them to crack,

My neck, end these evil thoughts and torment

Get the hell out of my head, go back and descend

From the rotten place you came

You don’t deserve to wear my name

And maybe when you drain from my brain

Maybe then, I’ll be able to talk again



Utilize these twenty-six characters to exorcise the demon,
Unbelievable how so little holds so much meaning

They’re used in silence, screams and joy

Or used in our wars, when we battle and destroy

We use them to express how much we care,

Or even if empty inside, and drowning in despair

These little markings mean to everyone the same

But people with another writing think you as insane

What if I tell you, that your writing’s different from mine?

You’re just not meant to understand, it’s where I draw the line

Maybe get some symbolism, understanding here and there

But the big picture, oh no my friend I’m not going to share



That’s okay, don’t be mad

It’s personal, didn’t mean to make you sad

I’m combining these markings for myself, not the globe

Not writing this for anyone, I’m just a phobophobe

Fear of fear itself, it might not make much sense to you

Then again I scribble to myself, you won’t have a clue

What the real meaning might be, even if you think you do

That’s exactly what I want, 
Having purpose to be around

The only one with the right explanation

For all these works, don’t need a standing ovation

I know I’m not the best, far from it

At least I’ll be proud to say, maybe close but I won’t commit

To anyone but myself, I need this time to sort things out

All the drama’s in my head, mind, makes me wanna shout

“Shut the hell up, please just one second!”

But would that really help, what do you reckon?

I don’t think it would, but hey

Who am I to judge

If you ever want to scream together

Just give me a nudge



If you ever want to write together

You can find me in the nether

My friends there, they’re so crazy

Talking about consuming my soul, but they just made me lazy

Lazy, took my will away,

My eyes turned from bright green to grey

Took my ambition, my vision, added to my fear

I feel them all the time, they’re constantly near

These negative thoughts, feelings and behaviour

They’re eating away at me, please I need a savior

Someone to not hear but listen, and carry me across

All these pools of lava, can’t walk but I gotta fight the boss

I arrive in the last level, my mind confused as I stare,

Into an empty room, wait no, this simply isn’t fair
In the room there 
stands a single item, a reflective piece of glass,

Is it me who I'm fighting?

This battle may be lost

It’s the hardest battle yet, surely

Maybe I should just not fight, and end it prematurely

Would these words be missed, who am I to say?

So hypocritical, preaching purpose and then dismay

I’m sorry, I’m doing my best, I’m trying

Truth be told I don’t know what I feel 

I just know it feels like dying