In the end,
and by the end I mean
the day you realize
the moon was never waiting on the sun,
that she was always there,
only then will you know why wildflowers feel the pain you've been carrying silently.

The gentle courage that's found in the solemn nights,
where the wind whispers
"there has to be another way",
always seems to turn the tide faster than any man could

and once the roots of the trees find their way to your knees,
then you'll understand why you went down with his ship.

After a while, you'll get used to being a shipwreck but there will be days that you'd feel that sinking feeling all over again.

Everyday is a long walk through quick sand
The slower the day goes
The deeper
I sink
I have to keep moving or else I end up drowning
And I suffer a fate worse than death
It's knowing I can't fight it
Because the more I do
The lower I go
The deeper
I sink

The way you look at her
I hate it too much
The way you see the world
I love it too much

It's beautiful

But you have no room for me
So I bury my thoughts
Thinking one day they'll sink right into the ocean
Wondering if death would ever set me free

Keep sinking
Keep sinking
I just keep sinking

You don't even care
You don't even care
And I know

Drowning,
Is what it feels like.
The words we shout,
Heavy like concrete,
Tied around our ankles.
We'll hold each other,
As
      we
            sink.
Gasping out "I'm sorry",
With our last breath.

at first it's faint, the wailing sound.
almost a mile or two away.
it's a quarter to 1, you stayed up late again thinking about
her or him or what or who.
the sound is loud and you can't come down from the high.
your ears are stinging, your eyes on fire, knuckles are ****** and bruised.
remember that razor you said you would flush?
the drugs?
the pills?
the *****?
all you can hear is that ******* wailing.
your thoughts foggy, unclear.
trembling hands gripping the metal that sets your demons free.
the 3 bottles of *****, the bag of X and
your moms prescription pills.
little did you know, the wailing you heard was no siren at all;
it's your screaming and crying and loss of hope ringing throughout your ears.
as they strap you down
and roll you away,
you're just a siren for everyone in these pasty white walls to hear.
so when you remember her or
him or what or who, maybe
why, when and how;
also remember the faint sirens.
when you woke up in a hospital bed.

We sit in silence.
Blue and gray shadows dance upon our walls.
******* TV.

We sit with our feet touching.
But we are miles apart.
How did we get here?
I always ask the same question.
How did we ******* get here?

We have had love.
We have had such good times.
Unimaginably good times.
Waves of laughter.
Kisses with no end.
Holding hands in parking lots.

Now I feel that you don't even want to touch me.
I feel that you have no reason to love me.
I don't understand.

I want your love.
I want your touch.
I want your skin upon mine.
I want to make up.
I want to make love.

These things, I fear, will never happen.

We fight.
We ****.

How much longer can one heart sustain this?
How much desolation can ones bones bear?

I hear the rain upon the rooftop.
I hear the trees cracking outside.
I hear my insanity screaming inside my head.
It's a deafening silence.

My skin is on fire.
Too tight.
My blood is hot and thick inside my veins.
It needs escape.

I need to see red.
I need a razor.

I'm drowning in a sea of my own blood.
Choking on my teeth.

Like morning and the night  
we are not so different you and I
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
fight each other till the day we die
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
the minds wanders it is destined
This stupid ****, sinking ships,
will they sink or learn to swim.
people ******* it becoming corporate
**** it in, it may be hard to swallow,
they want to throw it all away.
changes tides wash away twisted fate,
will it matter anyway.
will you sink, or learn to swim,
or knell like a slave on your knees,
pray to your god to wash it all away
in darkness and in light
you embrace the day yet fear the night
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
fight each other till the day we die
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
a crooked tree is all we got
the wretched of the planet
its nature to panic
but they all know best
find sanctuary and lay this to rest
is consciousness a soul
will we ever truly know
runaways rebel out of control
roaming the streets with no home
this is the country with rules of stone
wicked sinners go, and flames grow
your hanging on, just let go
learn to swim, or just float
This stupid ****, sinking ships,
ship lost with no guidance
in darkness and in light
we are not so different you and I
what a shame no one realize
the two are both alike
but the precious method of thought
has been laid to rest and
and all reality is put to the test

I'm not afraid of heights,
Not deep water, or love
I'm just afraid of falling
To the ground from up above
I'm afraid of sinking downwards
Through the depths of the sea
Or loving with my whole heart
If he doesn't love me