Tonight I lie in bed,
waiting for what I dread;
Tonight I spit on my luck,
and the lightning that got me struck;
Tonight I exist in darkness,
for I want to dwell in endless;
Tonight I again wait,
wait to be the devil's bait.

You silence my screams when I haunt your dreams.
You tie me down with weights, hoping that drowning will be my fate.

I thought you loved me.
You said you loved me.

You've done everything to beat me, buried me alive under our tree.
You've put me through hell, thrown me down a deep well.

Don't you see what you've done?
Can't you see who you've become?

Worse than Jekyll and Hyde, you've torn me from the inside.
Thoughts of suicide running through my head, you're making me wish I was dead.

Why?
I need someone with whom I can confide.

You make me want to die, when all I did was try.
After everything you've done to me,
I've had enough, we're history.

I can't keep it in any longer.
Now I can become stronger.

You silence my screams when I haunt your dreams.
I thought you loved me, you told me you loved me.

Worse than Jekyll and Hyde, you've torn me from the inside.
Why?

last night
as we stared at each other
i studied the beauty of you
the pair of your dark brown eyes
that stare right into my soul
your mischievous look
your mysterious gaze
your fascinating laugh

and suddenly
the euphoria
of loving you
rushed in
like it used to be

Under the blue moon, I've
Yet to see separation of love;
Yet to see conflicting schedules;
Yet to see distant distance;
Though, I dream of these.

Skin laid bare, heart caged up.

We were told to feel,
But shut up.

We were told to do well,
But to keep quiet our skill.

We were told to live,
But given no life.

We are the new soldiers.

Our weapons are our words,
Our mind the ammunition.

We wage a war.

We are the most effective army,
for we will all **** ourselves.

Our battle will have no survivors,
But will be in no books.

There is a special place in history for us,
Outside it.

We will all be remembered but never spoken of.

We were not there at the start,
nor will we be at the end.

No one remembers the middle.

We are the new soldiers.

Skin
               Laid
                              Bare
                         ­                      Heart
                         Caged
       Up

If pain develops character, why am I so lousy?

If love wakes you up inside, why am I so drowsy?

If life is an adventure, I'm a stereotypical hobbit.

If I was holding my own, well then I think I might have dropped it.



I'm walking on eggshells, and they're cutting my bare feet.

I live in a glass house, and it's about to sleet.

Love sets your soul on fire, yet I'm feeling pretty cold.

New dawn, new day, they say, but these nights are getting old.



I've barked up the wrong tree, and I'm being driven to the pound.

Back to the drawing board, but I think I lost my crayon.

I'm having my stomach pumped, cause I bit off more than I could chew.

If actions speak louder than words, then I'm so lazy I'm a mute.



I was burning all my bridges, but then I caught on fire.

I never gave up my day job, I just wasn't ever hired.  

Can't judge a book by its cover, but my story is ugly too.

I would make a play on words, but my theater class is through.  



If love is blind, then why do I have 20/20 vision?

I was accused of cutting class, but I made no such incision.  

In the heat of the moment, my icecream sadly dripped.

Beating around the bush was fine, until I freaking tripped.

  

If clouds have silver linings, then I see an empty sky.

It's hard to keep my head up, while the sun is in my eyes.  

I guess I need to lighten up, but I was saving battery power.

If it's all a piece of cake, I have an allergy to flour.

i miss the sight of blood
flowing out
of this body
as much as i miss
the safety & false brief relief
that used to lead me
to my own depths.