my soul is a tragedy
trouble follows me incessantly
it's become a part of me
is everything going to be better when i disappear?

i am the reason for my lowest point
my enemy has always been me
if only death could embrace me
quickly and painlessly
a sweet escape from myself and this cruel life

you kept your face under a white coat
afraid to reveal yourself
in fear of me despising you
while i fell for the true you
until now, without a face
mature with probable heartbreaks
I'll admire you from afar
without feeling no sympathy
you're destined inside a cave
you came out as I did anticipate
I couldn't pinge you with a code
we could not get any farther
you still refused with a hidden intention
that coincides with my morbid gut
a delayed medication that could've come from you
I'll hide in anonymity because you're hard to please in your hard-to-reach place
you'll find me dead and gone in lost time and space

why do you feel so alive
why do you not want to die
all caught up in life
like thousand years can get by
say i'm running out of time
when i want to run out of life
everyone's the same at some point
to the point you can't rely
thinking that nothing works for myself
in times of everyone's triumph
trying to see through your new eyes
sparkling like a faraway star
that has long been killed by time
and soon will lose its life
just as no one remembers
well, to my surprise i'm staring at
my reflection,
i was the one who bore the light

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is ******, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
      I am the captain of my soul.

Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude
  Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
  In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night—tho’ clear—shall frown—
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given—
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee forever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish—
Now are visions ne’er to vanish—
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more—like dew-drops from the grass.
The breeze—the breath of God—is still—
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,
  Is a symbol and a token—
  How it hangs upon the trees,
  A mystery of mysteries!