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| My voice will no longer speak, because you have told me that it is a thorn in your side.
You remind me that it means nothing, just a string of sound that will not matter.
My thoughts no longer linger or produce, because you have told me that one thought is not important.
You remind me that society looks down upon the different.
My life no longer appears to be so useful, or something worth living anymore.
You remind me of all that I have failed to do, and what dank future I have in the end.
My friends are no longer who they have been to me, or something I hold dear to my heart.
You remind me of all our differences, and how shallow this world has fallen.
My family is no longer held at my heart, with strange apathy they do not know me.
You remind me that I am not listened to, or taken into consideration.
My ears no longer hear the words I've longed to listen for
You remind me that there is no hope in this world after all.
My lips no longer move in sync with the songs of hope I often sang to you.
You remind me that I am alone, with only disappointment to look for.
My mind no longer thinks the steps ahead to live my life
You remind me why I want to leave it.
My steps no longer falter, as I become that robot
You remind me how to stay away from feelings.
My body is no longer mine to care for, I let it go
You remind me of the origins of where my numbness came from. | | |
| Fear provides her ways of destruction amongst us,
But nobody raises their head in recognition of it.
Her black eyes are gleaming in the moon light,
her crows and snakes are challenging our strengths.
Worthy adversaries of humans, mind-bending lovers.
Far from the Tree of Knowledge, came the flow of words.
To live and prosper, thrive then die with the world.
And this is our stupendous legacy.
The smoke arose around us as screams resounded far
but the Earth has withstood far greater pain from us.
She has shattered our existence and chaos then ensues
For what are we without our order outside of freedom?
Tears spilling so quietly from our eyes, that look on blind.
No one shouts to stop the mess as we run around like clowns.
The world is spinning upside down, and we lost the war.
Now we leave it to the living to make up all our mistakes. | | |
| You're a scream in my ear, on what I have left in them to hear.
Contorted faces, with those dangerous eyes or hands.
Time bomb in your head, exploding at the split second
I know you're damaged, but don't take it out on me.
Really, you have no idea how much restraint I have.
Every second that you claw my eyes out with those looks
I have a thought in my mind to free myself of you
I've never been able to raise my own voice.
So once I've the years behind me, I'm leaving this place
those words you made me promise you will have no trace
You'll be dead by then, because remember what's said
the mortal man wastes his life looking for the answers.
I will regret never having said anything to your face
maybe I am the reason why your heart stopped beating faster
If I could just let you know what you've done to my head...
Unleash the death you've screamed into my mind all these years. | | |
| I am untouched,
Broken dishes on the floor
legs spread apart to rest arms between
Forsaken wishes in the air,
Crying for what's been and will be.
Despite life's own wonders
tear spill out from the past.
I am remembered,
no longer the lost memory among
shadows of gray matter, for I matter
but it is no longer something worth being.
Nostalgia hits like the first smell you've forgotten.
I am unburdened,
relinquished just as lightly from the roar.
No thoughts to just float into my dreams
I leave with wings that have no weight of their own,
light as a feather on the sweet charities of nature.
I am ignored,
voice lost in a crowd of infantiles and men.
Forgotten in the mix of greed and pride,
I can smell the sweat of the race.
Question where the principles fled to, I followed them through.
I am abandoned,
just like the wing told his wind after his flight
but they only realize what has been lost after the fall.
Shall the water spray to reach the sun, as I have?
Always there, I'm never left by her.
I am tired.
The flow is to infinity, for it won't stop till I say.
Might as well drown in those clear waters while I can,
but where's the courage when you need it?
Bravery comes for the weary but strong-hearted, as I am neither.
I am dignified
that life has come all this way for me to thrive,
but I see the mountains I once climbed and have arrived, once again,
at the bottom of something I've never liked looking at.
To observe all of this is to question my beginnings.
I am cried.
The shouts that have never escaped these lips still beg.
People do not know, but I am the vacuum yet uncleaned.
The only purities are the release, I cherish.
There is never a time when my screams reverberate in the right direction.
I am lost,
and no one has found me among the piles of ash rubble.
I see them passing by everyday, trying to hide in the crowd.
They know and I know I'm left here.
Hope is on its way, they call. I know better.
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| I see you, dark feather that shines like steel
Yet you're soft because the night is cool against you.
But midnight comes, and you cannot be seen.
The light shines, and you do not get brighter.
You're seen against heaven, but nowhere in the shadows.
Have you fallen off an angel that has done so as well?
Or the sin incarnate of a human error?
Are you the lies, dissipated into light mist,
or wickedness behind cruel intentions?
Do you exist to prove that the light does as well?
For the absence of you, it is good in your place.
Even one so cunning as thee, hiding amongst thieves
may find yourself lonely, is it true?
You cannot hide in a world that is balanced.
You do not triumph because of dead men.
Evanescent though you may appear, strength is what you carry.
Encumbered though you may seem, care is what you lose.
Apathy may be your only concern, but what of it?
I do not see you floating to the sky, as well...
You always fall and never get up from the ground.
Is it true, that there is no wind to uplift you?
Or are you too heavy hearted to let the force go?
You cut like razors and blood soaks the skies
but your innocence justifies that you are the used.
What are you, on Earth? Insanity materialized?
Perhaps you are just the keeper of lies.
I can see through your transparent strokes.
The fine details of those thin minute lines...
But you cannot see yourself in the face of the world
And in space you will find yourself lost.
Where do you float, and with what purpose of thee?
Do you find moving tiring or obligatory?
I wonder where you came from, if hell is not here.
Do you carry death with you, or the stench of fear?
Are you pain of the old ones, the dying and weak?
Perhaps the answer of desperation in times of need.
You are power disguised beneath a facade.
A diamond with many faces, that hide behind one.
I see you dark feather, that shines like steel...
But what are you, fantasy or are you for real? | | |
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