They say I'm lazy and unmotivated
That I don't apply myself fully
What they fail to say is that
I'm trying to cope
With the drowning feeling of
Depression
With the thought
That I'm a worthless ****
With the idea that I'm wasting my life
And that I may just be potential
Nothing more
They forget to say these things
But I don't hold it against them

"I must admit," said the man in Red
As he bit into a burning
Apple
He had just picked off the
Tree of humanity
"The taste of
Insanity
Is not an acquired taste.
It's accepted almost immediately"
He held the burning core up to his
Soulless
Eyes
And smiled a smile that was so
Hideous
That words
Cannot describe it.
"Though it is not accepted
As readily as a mother's breast,
Some would cling
Longer and
Tighter
To the
Buoyant anchor of insanity
Than the nurturing flesh
Of the mother."

How openly we forget
When memory is not maintained
The truths and lies and promises
Of past are not contained

How solemnly we drink
The spoils of our plunder
The feelings acquired
Before fate tore us asunder

And when the door cracks open
The sun will light upon my skin
I will suddenly be lifted
From the depth where I have been

I shall take my hat in hand
And alight from yonder stair
I shall throw the window open
And sing out without care

For the darkness cannot hold me
I've escaped from it before
And the lifting of the light begins
When you open my door

The smiles we fake
The measures we take
To ensure that the others don't see
Though my heart will break
For you it will ache
For as always
It will betray me

His eyes never blink as he watches the scene
Of the desolate landscape below
The recklessness reeks and the actions are mean
And Doc T. J. Eckleberg knows

The cruelness of people whose hearts are undone
By the stark disconnection therein
A fight against apathy can seldom be won
But they simply did not try to win

Let's smirk at this farce
We know the whole act
We've done this so long
All the moves are a dance

We two stand alone
Performing for none
The moon overhead
Lights the stage underfoot

Standing beside you
I feel complete
We both know I'm broken
But here I can fake it

No one but us
Knows what this is
It's not quite real
And not quite... not

The purple dancer runs along
With ashen streamer flowing
It tails the dancer as the song
Climaxes, ever knowing

The moves are clear, concise, complete
And audience views the tale
The streamer obeys eager feet
The dancer does not fail

The purple dancer's feet attack
And lovingly embrace
The floor of fibrous white in stack
The medium of this place

And when at last the dance is done
The ashen streamer taken
Illumination: Mind has won
And through this, world has shaken