I dug a little and I cried a little
On a hillside that was steep,
So my mama could sleep.

Each dig I dig it‘ll
**** me, gotta dig a grave six feet deep,
I dug a little and I cried a little

The birds I hear them tweet,
I don’t want to see her go so I piddle,
I want my momma to sleep.

Someday on this hill we’ll meet
The dirt is hard and rock riddled,
I dug a little and I cried a little

I’m the only one to do this deed,
The worms will have their nibble,
but my mama will sleep

I’ve finished my job and I’ll have to venture,
I’ve dug so long the ground is sleet.
I dug a little and I cried a little
So my mama could sleep.

Help me breath again
And make my heart swing.

I want you to be
The one to shuffle with me,
Be the rock I lean on,

And let your shoulders meet mine.
I'll eventually snap into pieces
When I'm no longer holding back -
I need you to come back to me.

I held you in my arms when you left me,
And heard utter an "I love you,"
Before you closed your eyes.

Endless conflict between ego and soul
Fighting fuel by power, greed, and gold
Nirvana for the moment has grown old
Running from good,stumbling over the ridged plank masked by mold
I become imprisoned in my own temple
The evil deeds I have  done from the past have come back urging me to feel empty instead of whole
Thirst by the soul has been quenched with poison
The plan Satan has laid for me has come back uncoiling
Ego winning, slowly up to feet
Soul, on the verge of misery as it's energy cries in defeat
Falling victim to what once critiqued
Gazing upon the inside of my soul a hypocrite, indeed
The one gap on the golden path is the need to impress
The more I give in, the more I commit these sins, the more my soul has regressed
The constant war between Yin and Yang has got me deeply stressed
Writing so, has put the flame to rest

Tis but a dream I scream I scream
My body weak and weary

I lay in bed with throbbing head
And thoughts dark and dreary

I sing the song, What's wrong? What's wrong?
Am I left forgotten?

This be said, face turn red
Stomach spoiled and rotten

Demons spawn, be gone, be gone
As they take my breath

Be pearly gate or hell as fate
I've come to my death

Every day now my mind grows weary,
Shards of broken dreams wound me daily.
Caught in a web of endless expectations,
All I can do is quietly daydream;
Plan every step of my grand escape,
Even if I only do it to get through the day.