You left me dead
I'm loosing my head
The hurt is too great to bare
This constant trace
Of no embrace
It just doesn't seem quite fair

When a blast from the past
Takes you by the hand,
And this airplane your riding
Is about to crash land,
Take a step back
,a deep breath and a relax.
Just remember all it is
Is a blast from the past.

There once was a dog, as happy as a lark,
With one small defect: he couldn't quite bark!

But one fateful day, and we're not sure quite how,
That dog met a cat - who couldn't meee-owww!

(People say they're a quiet couple.)

Fire gave me life.
Out of the corners of my newborn eyes I could see him standing there.
My blacksmith.
My father.
My creator.
He was cloaked in black, but not with clothes, with paint.
He told me that i was equal to a beautiful saint.
Oh father, what do you mean by this? I'm merely a servant, made to represent your glory.He responds that I'm unique. Perfect, in fact. I'm privileged. Yet cursed...
He made me, He aids me, He gives me my breath.
He takes me. He breaks me. And thus comes my death.
Good sir, thank you for giving me at least a glimpse at living.
Good sir, I'm sorry for sinning instead of giving.
He has burned me down to make a new,
therefore fire took my life.
Though purposely, I am one of few,
Who has met an **ending to strife.

My teary eyes behind these happy reflections
can only be camouflaged for a moment more.
These thoughts burn in my mind like permanent engravings,
scratched on the surface. Etched into my brain.
Attempting to find the love that was once there.
That love, consuming every ounce of my body,
is even too great for this pain to use anymore, for happiness.
So my eyes continue to cry until I'm forced to forget about it all.
Until my eyes are no longer camouflaged, and my pain becomes a part of me.