Some feelings fade
but mine sit in the grave
talking to a tombstone
wishing they could be saved

I've destroyed myself so many times
Daily, at ease behind enemy lines
With only me, myself and I
amongst thieves, assassins, spies
picking at my enterprise
finding comfort in the lies
contorted truths, flow through just fine
and mine are the best of its kind
I have tried to question why
but my queries become sacrifice
Why should I try breaking ground
where life seems to be scarcely found?
How is one to build a home
with nothing but a stepping stone?

I wish you could see the world through my eyes.
Feel every emotion that I have ever felt.
Witness every drop of sweat that has ever exuded my pores.

I wish you could hear every word my mind has spoken
and edure every inch of my world.
My mind is a wall waiting to be broken down.
I wish, just once,
you could know me and how I work,
pull me apart.

you could let me into your life,
only after youve understood mine.

It’s a long story,
My fall from grace,
I saw how they changed,
How they turned their face,
The stigma, it sticks,
As sure as hell,
Depression it hurts,
But no one can tell,
With our face to the wall,
It’s true what is said,
That no one will call,
No hand is extended,
To steady the fall,
I was nearly surprised,
That they didn’t care,
When I looked for support,
But it wasn’t there.
Judgements are strong,
They do the rounds,
How little they know,
They have no grounds.

I am convinced
That if all mankind
Could only gather together
In one circle
Arms on each other's shoulders
And dance, laugh and cry
     together
   Then much
     of the tension and burden
       of life
     Would fall away
In the knowledge that
We are all children
Needing and wanting
Each other's
Comfort and
Understanding
We are all children
Searching for love

I hope erasing me was easy.
I hope I didn't leave a smudge.
I hope your life is nice and clean now
and that your sheet is nice and blank.

I don't want to sleep with you,
Let me explain what I mean when I say that.
Perhaps I should say I don't want to dream with you,
Although actually I would rather dream with you,
But sleep doesn't allow for it.
So what I mean to say is,
I want to dream with you.
I want the room to dissolve around us,
Drift and tumble and throw us into an adventure,
Pull us into hypnotic lull,
Leave us defenceless, cowering at the gates of what has never been,
Braving the streets of what could be.
Confusing us with the vicious wiles of those we know and love,
Rolling every word passed between us into nonsensical compelling narrative,
Composing a suffocating atmosphere from mist and memory.
Leave us to wake with the lingering taste of humming cadence.
In actuality, we're pushed through opposing doors, as night draws on.
It becomes a solo endeavour, non-sequential and estranging.
I'd rather forgo our separate adventures, and vocalise our own,
Painted on the drab walls in our words.
Or wait in silence,
The breaths between us conducting the simplest composition of being.
This is close to what I'm trying to say.
It is simply this;
If I can't dream with you,
I don't want to sleep with you,
As much as I don't want to sleep without you.

My greatest fear is to be remembered for what people thought they "knew" of me.