White powder pills,
one lone light atop the hill.
i want to stop breathing.
i can’t stop feeling.
i try to convince myself
my shivers are just chills.

i surround myself with thrills
just so my mind will still
i want to stop dreaming
my mind can’t stop screaming.
i tell myself i can sleep
if i force my will.

imagine an empty room
without any gloom
ready to bloom;
there something there that draws you
maybe a feeling of rescue
you never know what you want
until its right there in front of you

imagine a clear blue sky
when the sun is already high
you look over and can always expect reply
you don’t know why
but you always know when they’re close by
you know when it sets you’ll both be wishing on fireflies
you never know what you need
until its right there in front of you

imagine that perfect person
that one in a billion
that will always lessen the burden
the one that makes you lose all reason
this one that shines like the sun
and even then you may never notice them
until they’re right there in front of you

my mind spatters on canvas
another piece of evidence to my madness

i spill my speculation
and wallow in my damnation

the wind whirls with thought
just another useless idea caught

life has no exact description
dictionaries are just fiction

language has evolved
yet no new problems have been solved

more wasted acrylic
on something i wish was idyllic

my artistry has withered
and fantasies have been embittered

but i will live with the vacant
as i am just now nasent

so much time is spent
and so much less is meant
within hollowed walls
and endless mirrored halls.
none can articulate
what they feel to be their fate
seeing as their time
will be cut before they can find the right rhyme.

those new prestigious prodigies
will only be accepted with the right commodities.

only those with an endless present
can give the idea to reinvent
a past that cannot possibly give
a future that everyone can forgive

we may have finally left the gods behind
but left the people in the back of our collective mind.

there is not way the earth can win
when hidden by a prodigy's leering grin;
we must force a victory from the sea
before we can truly be carefree.

for now, i will place a vow
and seize the day to repay
my world with time i have taken
to help it reawaken.

there is something haunting
a greedy thing captivated
with it's taunting
of those that have been isolated

i wish i could say
i have never strayed
but my pride for honesty
has taken my modesty.

i swear to you
i have not spoken true deceit
but my panic leaks through
and my real truth becomes obsolete

i wish i could say
i can help it
but something takes over my airway
and i would like to admit:

i have so many unwilling lies in your minds
that i cant stand to look in your eyes
but i hope to release you from dishonest binds
and let me start over.