Comfort is non-existent, I don’t know how to be right.
Contamination took over the thoughts, I can’t lose this fight.
I must have polluted my mind,
selfish crimes ..expanded through time.
Realistic battles from my lost fantasies I can’t find.
Corrupted dreams filtered through the seams,
Nothing more frightening than a killer of your dreams.
Murders sprinkled in each corner of these streets,
then follow you home to creep in your sheets.
Your friendly enemy that knows your weak,
and stabs your back the next night you sleep.
I’d rather have solitude,
I’d rather have peace in my very own gratitude.
I could ignore your ignorance, **** your attitude.
Voices sneak in your head & cause your decease.
My fate has me wild, but I froze with no peace.
Dangerous brains don’t rest, they run on repeat.
Captured demons hidden behind military police,
to strangle my thoughts while I lay in bed and never catch sleep.

I'd like to say that dreams come true

And some believe they really do

But dreams can end quickly and horribly to

I hope thats not the cace with you...

The first time I heard the line
“This isn’t real life
This is **** that happens on tv”
Was on my 24” screen

But when I heard it the second time
From my uncle
As he stood in the hospital room
Praying for his youngest son
Who left us the next day
I realized that sometimes
Tv happens in real life

Let this be heard:
I am a Romantic,
As many of you know.

Romanticism is One
Of the few ways
To make Life Beautiful.

But Sometimes,
In the confines of my room,
in the darkness of my fears,

I Dream of Loneliness;
I Dream of Solitude;
I Dream of Sadness.

Love is Beautiful, True,
As important to my existence
As air or water.

But Sometimes,
Beauty is Hollow
Without Tension, without Release.

Does not the Rose
Look more Beautiful
Alone in Snow and Ice?

Does not the Moon
Look more Beautiful
In the Darkness of the Night?

Does not the Heart
Look more Beautiful
Alone and Broken, Crying Silently?

Life and Love and Beauty
Are not enough
Without Sadness, Loneliness and Solitude.

The most Beautiful Music
Does not stay in Major key,
Happy and Bright,

But instead explores the depths
Of the Minor:
The Sad. The Lonely. The Pain.