you're in paradise, but still calling out to me
you see, i don' have a problem, crossing the sea
i'd do it for you, within a single beat of my heart
that way, our souls would never have to part

i'd like it that way, you know, you and me
you've shown you don't have a problem, crossing the sea
you'd do it too, within a single beat of your heart
so why, why... do you demand we must be apart?

i'm sickenly optimistic
not one to be very cryptic
let me show you, just how much
just feel this friction in our touch...

feel that? yeah, that's it.
i know it's hard to admit.

It's all nice,
when you two
have your legs intertwined
in the bed
on those cool nights
in the fall,
fire burning to a calm
as you both
begin to fall
too quickly for one another

The very next day,
there comes a stiff withdraw
when you gaze upon
each other
at the supermarket,
standing in the aisle
with your significant other

The look that creeps
on your face,
it is sickenly obvious
that you both
want to switch partners
and whisk away
to the airport
to fly off on holiday

The lie that you share
is screaming to be heard
by the public,
but you both can't bear
to be shamed,
by your family
for your infidelity

July 25. 2015 12:20 AM

There is something to be said about being alone in the dark.
A sort of soft silence, when one rests on the floor. Mentally uncomfortable.
Eyes gaze to the ceiling and the mind as blank as the feeling of apathy which stands before.
There is something to be said about being desolate in the dark.
A sort of calm, when the same melancholy song plays in the ears.
Eyes squint, but never falter. The ears attentive to repetitive words, although never becoming completely clear.
A longing for companionship, but the same time the sad solitude is just so selfishly, sickenly sweet.
The pound of the drums in the ears.
The darkness before the eyes.
The realization of how late in the night one has reached.
Oh yes, oh yes indeed.
There is something to be said about being detached and floating in the dark.
A sort of morose addictive loneliness.
The stillness all around.
Falling in love with the sorrow.
Eyes stay drawn like light curtains, while the ears still listen deeply, never falling into the slumber that should be awaiting.

I often ponder why all of the thoughts in my head won't ever repent
I sit in isolated silence sickenly sticking together my sins
Into a monster of evident evil that I cannot ever repent
I sit in isolate silence saying I'm better off dead in my head
I keep on pacing and pacing and pondering all of the opportunities
I've lost and
The chaining of wailing and screaming is muted by isolate silencing
I am repressing the screams out for help that I want to ignite and
I cant seem to expel all my feelings because I'm trapped deep inside of the dark of the night and
I just keep been praying with faithless intent for someone to shed
light and
All the self hatred, pity, and loathe builds up to a wall that I cannot subside, and I
Feel so alone in my head, the condition of pain is keeping me pressed
against, the wall i build up inside of my head, that blocks off all faith that I had
I'm alone in my head, and it seems can't ever never relax
I feel like I'm gonna crash, I feel like I'm gonna burst
Load up some lead in the back of my throat, blow out the back just to end out my course.

'' Honestly, all of this cynical rhetoric's simply absurd
  Every person has worth. All that are birthed from this earth
  shall have definite meaning, your pleading and screaming,
  I can assure, will be heard. No longer shall you feel hurt.
  Loosen the binds to your mind you have sewn to the ground,
  they confine all your thoughts and leave darkness so clouded.
  Remember, remember, through all of your respite. Every
  memory leaving a spark in your eye. Cause, in what better a
  place do we look to the stars than inside of the dark of the night?''


~ And the man sighed deeply, setting down the 9 mm pistol... ~