We fear the unknown
and so we build walls
to cower and hide
less our fears be called
Time passes and it's grown
and these walls are not enough
so we lie and we fib
until those words we trust
It's presence rattles our bones
so we close our eyes and ears
try to drown the noise
and replace the feeling with cheer
The fear is ours to own
with nowhere left to run
we've run out of options
so we grab the loaded gun
This is the final tone
do you dig deeper and find release in death?
how did your story end?
did you fight until the very last breath?

I cried today
and the world was better for it
from night to day
I could no longer store it
I sobbed and wept
as the sky turned black
these feelings I kept
slipped through these cracks
no one came to console my feelings
instead they blame
me for life's dealings
they say stop! and they curse
and ask why now?
as i loom over a hearse
I only wish i knew how
This is not why I want
and this is why I cry
But this is life's taunt
and I am a wisp of the sky

In a mid summers eve
I see all I can be
I gaze upon the stars
to see the root of these scars
and wonder if the choices
are made for me
am I selfish at heart?
or am I too giving
is there happiness in death?
or just the living
these corrupted thoughts alter my mind
and as hard as I've fought
I can't seem to find
the root of my problems
this aggression i have
my one chance to solve it
all that I've had
left with my dad
yet it makes me mad
for following this fad
that I blame him
for this is my sin
it is only within
that my problems dim
I am the root of evil,
aggression and strife
My whims cast aside for they are feeble
alone I must rise, to win this fight

The pen or the sword
force or word
respect or fear
joy and tears
means to an end
that seem to blend
as human will bends
to the thoughts of another
and as decisions come asunder
emotions are sure to blunder
what should have been thunder
is swept beneath the rug and left under

As I see the sun rise
beyond the eyes of those who try
and those who lie
my mind finds life
between the lines
of infinite time
strolling through morally blurred lives
walking blind, neglecting the signs
a shame ignorance is not a crime
for then we'd all be guilty
and finally see how filthy
our existence has become
we are all alive
but not everyone lives
every stop is a bigger hole
that each of us dig