Something Wicked This Way Comes

Something wicked this way comes,
The wind is blowing stronger,
Leaves are falling, falling down,
All around our quiet lives,
The ground is shaking, shaking our feet
Our bones are breaking, breaking in the heat,
The heat of the race,
The race to survive
Who knows who will win,
In this death match to the finish line.

Labels and Descriptions

Everyone is labeled by one thing:
Confusion
Bleak, dark, frightening
Love
Bright, overwhelming
Fear
Hidden, omnipotent
Guilt
Open, obvious, terrorizing
Lust
Red, encasing
Depression
Confusing, loving, frightening, guilt ridden, lustful

Why can't we all just be happy?

I'm Not Listening...

I can't give it up,
It's like an addiction,
You can't make me stop
I won't forget what I love,
I would rather die from no sleep,
Than give up the only sacred thing left
You would never understand what this gives me,
Pleasure,
Happiness,
Contentment,
Satisfaction
That only begins to describe what this is to me
I can't go a day
Without picking up a pen
Or typing away
I need this
I'm not listening to you

Treading Water

You ask me how I keep on livin'
But all I'm doing is keep on swimmin'
I don't know how to live life livin'
I just know how to keep on swimmin'

Treading water is all I do anymore
I don't have the strength to swim to shore
I try so hard to keep my head up,
That all my energy is gone

I don't know how to live life livin'
I just know how to keep on swimmin'
The water is getting shallower here
And maybe I'll drift to shore

Big Empty World

It's a need this generation is born with,
The need to document every moment of our lives
We want to be heard,
And noticed,

We want to be known,
We want to be seen,
We crave the attention,
That our mind deludes us into thinking we don't possess

But we are not alone
There are so many others,
Who want to listen and be listened to
We are not alone in this big, empty world.

Even Lines

It felt good.
It felt safe.
It felt addicting.
I felt powerful
And strangely in control
Like a surgeon,
In charge of directing the knife
It was a game;
Which line can be straightest?
It was a morbid, sick game
And I think I want to play one more round.

I Wasn't Dreaming

I dreamt of cutting
I dreamt of the sting
Of the adrenaline rushing trhough my veins
Of the red welling up,
So small,
So slight,
So thin,
So exact
I woke up and felt good for once
I woke up with the knife next to me
I woke up with the cuts.
I wasn't dreaming, was I?

Labels

Strip off those labels,
Tear them down,
Don't let people drag you around

Be your own person,
Don't you dare listen,
Close your ears and open your heart

You have more to offer
Than these stupid labels,
No one should be able to judge you

You know who you are,
Let it be that simple
Tear off those labels

I Miss.....

I'm lost without you,
I can't believe how long it's been,
Since I've felt you lips on mine,
Since I've held your hand
Since you've loved me back.
I miss those walks on the beach,
Those perfect moments,
Where everything felt warm,
When you listened to every word I said,
And clung to every sentence
When you were always there,
Ready with a tissue and a shoulder
Then came that night

I felt high with anger
Though I didn't know it was anger then
I didn't think I would care
But you hurt me
You tore me apart,
Like an ancient torture device,
You ripped off my limbs
And left them for me to blindly find

You gave me no direction,
Or closure
Or answers
You left me without a guide
I was alone
You killed me
You abandoned me

Now that I've written this last bit,
I'm starting to forget who exactly I'm writing about.

Wonder

I wonder,
If I went under,
Down to the bottom,
Of the deep, deep sea
And never came up,
Would people think it was a blunder?

I wonder,
If I bled,
Would people think it was an accident?

I wonder,
If my breath stank of liqour,
Would my mom think it was because of my sister?

Or would she realize,
Just how depressed I actually am?

What Did You Do to Me?

One look at that picture
And I knew
It was you in my memories
Haunting,
Loving,
Kind,
Frightening
You played every nameless person
In my dreams
I can't believe it was you
I haven't seen you in eleven years
And yet here you are,
Stalking my dreams
And not realizing it
What did you do to me,
That made me remember you like this?
I'm terrified of your face
More than I have been of anything
What did you do to me?

Hello You

Hello you,
Do you know me?
I hope you do
Actually,
I hope you don't
I don't like people
Looking at me different
Because they know all this shit
If they know about this stuff
Then they act all macho
Like they know me
But they don't
No one knows me
I don't even know me
So go away,
Don't act like you see my soul
Cause you sure as hel don't
Love, ME

In My Head

Darting silver,
Tarnished red,
Bright pink,
Enclosing green

Can't make sense of all the things
That happen in my dreams.

Don't even try,
It won't make sense
Even though it tries to whisper,
The whisper is too quiet,
Like a mouse on a hard wood floor
Speaking Portugeuse.

Don't try to understand what happens here,
In my crazy head

You won't get it so don't even attempt,
To be on the same psychic level as me

It won't work stop now.
Please don't go any further
If you try to get into these walls to tear them down,
I'll just have to kill you later