She stands out at the sea's shore.
where water eddies and torrents,
and farther than can be seen for
she can feel the deadly currents.

Clouds gather above her head,
and water rains, striking the sand.
Though can't pull her to the seabed,
lessens her grip upon the land.

She remembers how it felt then
to be truly lost out in the seas
tossed around and shaken; sunk.
Struggling, reaching, just to breathe

The light around starts to fade,
it must be reaching day's end.
pressure builds in her chest,
just needs to cry again.

She'll leave thereafter; right
after resting a short while.
She feels the sand again,
and there she stays awhile.

Sometimes when I've been talking
I realize my ignorance is showing
all of the things I've been saying
indicate my meager realm of knowing

Why can't I just know everything and be perfect
I feel like that would be cool

My thoughts are sporadic
scrambled messy things
Mischievous and sick
flapping broken wings

Darting to and fro
scurry for the dark
hiding in my shadow
before I can remark
to try and save her,
him, them, they, or me,
all are hurt when they occur,
my thoughts that is, you see

They jump to fast to see
from topic start to end
searching for the sad me
the me that's not your friend,
and when they tell me what to do
and when they tell me what to think
I'm terrified not even you,
could save me from the brink

Yeah, my thoughts do really stink
and it's hard to clip their wings,
But then sometimes when I think
something beautiful they'll bring

I never felt so dead and alone
As woods were bare and birds had flown,
Hate filled this sweet and quiet eye
As I stare this anger towards the sky,
I dream the hour of death draws near
But childrens laughter rings my ear,
Hope starts blooming in my heart
So I'll look to heaven as I depart...

A horrible contraption
made of Billions of moving pieces
Made for cruelty and fear
and other awful reasons

With gnashing teeth like razor blades
and finger nails like fish hooks
To trap you deep within yourself
and scar your lovely looks

With eyes you can't avoid
and a voice that claims your mind
You can't escape this demon
like a twisted fatal bind

You tell yourself it isn't real
it doesn't dictate who you are
but even in these times of peace
it remains your deepest scar

And even with the love you need
to get you through the year
you can't destroy your demon
You can't end all your fear

This awful endless feeling
that remains always unforeseen
must be some crazy apparatus
some kind of Fear Machine