The rattle is shaken and life becomes unfixed
Torrential rains cascades downwards on ancient bricks
These stunning moments have been rediscovered
In wonder all is flustered in awe as the state of silence honks
Love creeps out of tune in time, the unsureness of cold feet
The voice fades, the toned whispers continually erased
Stormed and soaked, stilled and stalked by a heart that stole my dream
Drenched in uncertainty, non-favouring multitudes won't let me be
These flutters flattens and deflated, I stroll and I will not run
The floating fun fares vanishes, the morning bird furnishes
The time capsule evaporated, unstripped and frozen

Ohh, how I wished to plant and harvest inspiration
Wake up with a renewed breath of air, the flowing river
Of the days when the gloom masked, I hated what life had become
How could humanity be so self centred and selfish?
I looked for silence and the banging never ceased
The masses rushed, never to let me be, they snatched my freedom
I inhaled the hope of the freeness and longed for the racing momentums

How so?
That over time the weather collapsed to coldness, the darkness marbled
A nag of the songbirds, as I escaped in the ****** ozone layer
A disconnect of the mind, body and soul; when I saw my spirit sail
A snail sailing on its own course and journey slowly but steady
Reflections and visions of the timeline of growth and fertility
A heart of one, the soul of all, the mind of many, a tongue in sums
The chandelier hanged on a ceiling, high, holding the flickering bulbs
A condense of energy, the modelled nature of a prognostic intervention
A laughter and synergy rests in the symphony of the unsung melodies

My days were gloomy, nights were cold
Constant yearning for a woman to hold
And the happiness that I always lack
Because all I loved didn't love me back.
The peace I seek for never came
The demon in me—I couldn't tame
But I hoped to be free from the Devils leash
As I listened to the bishop preach.
But it hath built a house inside of me
All these years, it never let me be
It grew as I grew
I walked— it flew.
It visits me in my dreams
Unaffected by the sounding hymns
To overwhelm me with terror
And it's disguise is the man in the mirror.

How tragic it is that the sun sets everyday
The darkness comes out to play
And the sun's the one to blame
For leaving everything cold and grey
For disappearing as fast as it came

Your parted lips whispered, "Hello".
Our first day, do you remember?

Years and years, long ago.
Years and years, we're still together.

Pinky promise me, you'll never forget,
how I try my best to fight your monsters.

Pinky promise me, you'll never be upset.
Show the others that you are stronger.

One day, years and years later.
Do you recall?

I was a failure,
and I let you fall.

Pinky promise me, you'll forgive me.
This monster was too strong for me.

As your golden locks turned gray.
Today, here you lay.

As you took your last sigh.
Your parted lips whispered, "Goodbye."

Brianna: "Happy Valentine's Day!"
Me: "Happy On-My-Own-For-The-15th-Year-Of-My-Life Day :( "

"Gloomy Conor is Gloomy :/ "

Today I wanted to be loved
I wanted to be held
I wanted to be embraced
I wanted someone to be in love with me
Someone who looked at me so passionately
I wanted him

Shadows walk between earth and spirit,
Every black laced soul mourning that which is to come,
Whispering strange mysteries that kiss against my skin and soul
And fill me with foreboding.
Not for myself, but for all of those who wander in the darkness,
Fumbling around without a lightning bolt of truth to light their path.
I do not fear the shadows of those who once were,
Nor do I fear what is to come.
I am their voice.
What does a shadow have to fear from other shadows?

On this block it's so happy and cheerful
But just drive down the other side
And you'll realize what life is truly about
For those unlucky and misfortuned
I hate seeing all of it
It's just not something i can handle looking at
Why does it always have to be this way?
I see flaws in the human system
It's getting better
But only gradually
Not fast enough
I call impossibility to near perfection bluff
I like to enter the door loud and rough
We're here to siege this base
Of darkness and despair.