My love is real
but my flesh is weak
my heart you steal
and forever keep.

For I am lost
and I am scared
I've payed my cost
my soul I bared.

These words I speak
that you may learn
it's love I seek
for you I yearn.

So take my hand
and dry your tears
so we may stand
when darkness nears.

Fear is just a fabricated reality
an elaborate mentality
a construct of my insecurities
a way to make me ill at ease
fear is an oppression
an unwanted obsession
for most fear disappears
and their lives resume
but for me it adheres
and all but consumes.

Fear is an habitual disease
with no sign of quick release
a negative mindset
a constant blindness
no escape from darkness
which leads to panic
a strong urge to leave this planet
maybe only death holds the answers
I guess I will never know
unless I accept fears advances.

Fear is just a thought
which is learned
not taught
so I dare not think
or else turn to drink
to numb my brain
to ease the pain.
Now memories are erased
pictures have become hazed
yet my fear it still remains.

If home is where the heart is
then with you is where I shall live
for without you I have no home
without you I'm all alone.

I've given you the key to mine
so that you will never get lost
that you can always find
your way home at any cost.

As through my hearts entrance
you will find your resting place
for its with you I entrust
my love that's encased.

Its key you did take
so please don't be careless
nor my love forsake
and leave my heart homeless.

If I could live just one more day
to live without the fear
in your arms I would stay
holding you tight, right here.

Beneath the stars as we lay
I would tell you clear
how you moulded my heart of clay
how much I loved you dear.

That I would not betray
then as I held you near
it all began to fade away
our love, my life, the fear.

Recycled body parts
abandoned souls
and broken hearts
cracked skin
chipped teeth
dead within
filled with grief
tired eyes
deaf and dumb
tired of lies
bodies numb
unkempt hair
unwashed face
forgot to care
left to waste
scarred flesh
brittle bones
nothing left
but we moan
and beg
and drag
this sack around
we stretch
and pluck
and inject
till no resemblance is found
recycled organs
and reused hearts
we are more than
the sum of our parts.

I'm not perfect
so much chaos lurks beneath the surface
I feel so useless
so worthless
I have all these thoughts and feelings
that are festering within
maybe I should be kneeling
asking forgiveness for my sins.

It's so hard to be good
when I'm surrounded by bad
It's so hard to do what I should
when I get so mad
with frustration
at my situation
the fact that it's my own doing
that I brought about my own ruin
only makes things worse
I dig my own grave
my soul I cannot save.
Now the die has been cast.

If only I could travel back to the past
to my ten year old self
back when I was innocent
before I worried about wealth
before I viewed adult content
before I knew what *** meant
he would be so ashamed
how I've blackened his name
but even though I'm so ****** up
we're still the same
buried deep within
just sleeping.

He would point out the obvious
to which I am oblivious
follow your dreams
the ones you had before your teens
forget that your brain has taken you hostage
and focus on the positive
the people that love you
and the love that is new
the ones that are closest
then you will make progress.

Maybe I just need that talk
to tell me I'm not a complete wreck
that I can be salvaged
that none of us are perfect
I just have to fix the damage
then maybe I can manage
to continue my journey
I guess its kinda funny
the things that I thought made me free
are the same things that have undone me.

What have we become?
The same thing that we despised
What happened to when we were young?
How can I now look you in the eyes?

What was right is now wrong
and what was white is now black
yet we still march on
because what we lost we can't get back.

For we exist within the grey area
lost somewhere in between
we've hit the invisible barrier
the place that's never seen.

I now embrace my imperfections
no longer chase the wind
no comfort or protection
for I know that I am sin.