The darkness will seep, while I weep, through the walls, through the doors, relentless pursuit, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, as I sit and cry, the weight of my conscience several hundred ton, I fight back, I'm not done, alone, in the dark, my mind begins to bend and arc, morphing what's real, breaking my seal, forces me to think about the bad, begins to make me very sad, crushes my spirit with its overwhelming size, suddenly, tears burst from my eyes, screams of fear, cries of sorrow, a raging war, a losing fight, only to be repeated again, this time tomorrow.

A lonesome night, just another fight, a fight with a victor none, a fight from which you wish to run, with sorrow filled music as a mental weight, a weight to keep afloat the snake, the twisted slither of a minds brittle make, with errors you cannot shake, we only suffer as we lie awake, slowly fading, slowly dying, each minute passed a minute more rotten, each minute passed another nail in the coffin.

Happiness is essential in life, we need it, happiness it needs to grow so feed it, happiness is wild and good so don't try to lead it, feel what it's like to just smile for a little while, feel the warm suns gentle touch, when your happy you really don't need much, you learn to appreciate, unable to depreciate, you just keep walkin' and talkin' like a snap of your fingers or a breath of fresh air, just slow down, smell the flowers, let the wind sweep through your hair, it really comes down to just not really givin' a care.

My feelings played like a fiddle, my heart ripped from my chest, a death like pain at very best, life is confusing, just one big mess, to be formal I would like to address, my withdrawal from this hurtful world, I was poked and prodded by fingers unfurled, pushed to the point of no return, perhaps for my heart to be placed in an urn, perhaps for my feelings to be set ablaze, damaged fierce by the burn, back and fourth I am thrown, into the dark, on a thorny throne, now I sit, in pain and alone, the king of a world, dry to the bone.