At night I sleep,
my mind travels to distant universes,
my mind expands, my body shudders,
like flying while laying down or crying while laughing.

Thoughts so profound and mysterious invade my mind,
echoed words I never spoke.

my soul yearns to be free,
bound in this wretched vessel,
like sunlight seen but not felt.

my wings cut off from those foreign strings of reality called dreams,
the night laughs, in the morning I cry.

I really haven't treated you right. It's unfair.
And yet you still put up w?ith me. I owe you so much.


You've been through hell and back. I wish I were nicer.
Instead I only added to your problems.

You'll shrug it off, say it's okay. But I know it's not.

I will remember you. You were funny, and you were there.
That's all one can truly ask for, isn't it?
You, Sir, will not be forgotten.

The people attend funerals.
They visit the mausoleums.
They frequently go there
With flowers in their strong hands.

Who hears the cry of the beleagured?
Who wipe tears from the soft cheeks?
Who look into the broken lives?
Who prepare the path for walking?

There has been a routine,
A habit with black gowns since long.
Who will erase the word War
From the walls of their minds?

We are the might.
We must take arms against injustice.
We must ride courage and bravery
And **** the devils of thoughts.

Its sad really
Because the only reason I haven't killed myself yet
Is because I don't want to hurt anyone
But the reason I want to **** myself is because everyone is hurting me

Life is a living hell
your breath is the devil
your scars and nightmares are his demons
that he weaved into your head
The bullet that ends your life
is your almighy Savior