So sad, isn't it?
So sad, so many in despair,
So far down,
So past help,
So far, no one to help.
So let me be there,
So let me help,
Sew your soul together
So you remain alive,
So many happy, aren't you glad?
Why do people always exclaim,
And oh so loud and frequent do they
Say that there is no good left in
The world, but how can that be?
Ah, but they do not realize something
I have recently discovered,
Something that let's me live
In solitude, and udder happiness.
You can only see the
Good of the world if you
Search for it, look past
The bad, because happiness does not lie unhidden.
Something bad will always come your way,
But as dreadful as it is,
It is only an opportunity to find
Something new, and something better within.
Raindrops echo in your mind
The sound pounds in your head
Making you scream
You pound on the glass
"GET AWAY!"
You can't stand the noise
It whispers inside
"Teach me how to lie."
Again you hit the glass
It shatters this time
Breaking under your touch
Blood drips down your arms
The glass won't fall from your skin
The blood mixes with rain
As you step into the lack of sunlight
You scream at the clouds
Pain overtakes your heart
You fall to the mud
Thousands of lies
Drown you in their spray
But this is not where you end
You struggle through the headache
Through the blood covering your flesh
Through the lack of air
The ligh
I told her:
"Forever I have waited for you,
Forever, I've looked to the sky,
Wished with my soul and heart,
For someone to come my way
So my lonesomeness would flee,
And how my blood was spilled upon
That starry night of
Gray furred clouds."
She cooed,
Happy as can be,
Yet cried as she pulled away from me,
Unable to talk,
Unable to see me.
I told her:
"Look to the sky,
Look far into it,
Deep and hard.
But only if you listen
Will you hear me,
Hear my cries.
For the sky never forgets,
Neither will I."
Ice cream melts
inside my mouth.
I think of you
and sadness goes South.
The song dies
inside my lungs.
These marker stains
shout the unsung.
The angels are crying
in Heaven above.
But you're mine,
oh my love.
They wish you
were one of them.
You're my unpolished
perfect jem.
Let's get out
before they catch us.
We'll live on ex-lax
and our trust.
Run away
and don't come back.
In triumph,
we make our tracks.
Keep on
going.
With our shoes
wearing
and our
hearts that tear.
We'll
make it there.
Trudge on through
the pain of feeling,
until our bones
are brittle and peeling.
Fragile beings,
I hate you.
And thank