WITH TEAR STAINED PAPER

As I sit here at this desk
With tear stained paper 
And dying pen
As I sit here I think of you
I think of how I wish you were here
Here with me 
I sit and write of lost love 
And dreams that will never come true
I write of you and times we shared
I write to stop the pain
I write to save my dying mind
I’ve been sitting here writing for days
I can’t stop thinking of you 
I dream of you 
I visit your grave 
I look down at the dirt piled on your decaying body
I wish to dig and dig 
To save you from the underground hell
I wish that I could be in your arms 
I wish I could hear your sweet voice singing in my ears
I walk home as tears stream down my face
I walk home to try to write
I sit here at this desk
With tear stained paper 
And dying pen
And realize that I can’t stand to be away
Away from you, away from your warmth, your love
I drive to the bridge where you died 
Where you crashed 
And left me here to await the day I could join you again
I stand on the side 
Looking at the water crashing against the old withering pillars 
I look down, thinking of you
I say my last goodbye to this cruel world
I jump and scream out your name
I jump and am finally able to see your face
I jump and see you walking towards me
I run into your arms and am at peace at last



DEATHS SONG

Death has a song
A song of pain 
A song of sorrow
Of death
And dying
He sings his song
And calls to the sad
To the depressed
To the lonely
I hear his soft sweet voice as I pick up the knife
As I slit my wrist
As I walk into the valley of the dead
He sings his song calling me to him
Death sings a song
To lore unknowing sinners to his dark valley of the dead
He sings 
And brings me closer to him
He sings 
And brings other to him
I walk into his fiery palace
I walk into the fire behind his voice
His sweet voice rings out in the valley
And throughout the world 
His voice calls to those unfortunate souls 
His voice calls to me in my hour of despair
Death has a song
Which lures his unknowing victims
Into his tight grasp



SITTING HERE WAITING

I sit here in this old rotting chair
I sit and await the day you come back
The day we can see each other again
I sit here and wait for you
I look through crumbling photos of times long gone
I recall fading memories of times we shared
I sit here 
Dreaming of you
As slowly time decays at my mind
At my soul
I sit here in this old rotting chair 
With tears of pain
Of sorrow
Of loneliness
Streaming down my quickly aging face
I sit here thinking of you
I sit here and begin to wither away
Wither away from hope
From memory 
From your love
I sit here and wait for you
I said I would wait for you forever
And here I am 
Still waiting
Waiting until the day I die
Waiting for your return 
Into my outstretched arms
I promised I would wait here for you forever
And here I wait 
Till you come back to me 
And you make the tears stop
The pain stop
I sit here in this old rotting chair...



DARKNESS

I love the darkness
In darkness I can hide from the world
In darkness no one can see me
In darkness no one knows I’m here
In darkness I am alone
 In darkness no one knows I’m alive 
Darkness saves me from the world that hates me so



Solitude

Solitude is peace...
No one can say "you’re wrong."
No one can critize you
No one can tease you  
No one can say "you’re not worth anything"
And no one can hurt you.
Now that I think about it 
Solitude is pain as well...
No one can say "you’re right"
No one can help you
No one can compliment you
No one can say "you’re special"
And no one can make you feel any better.
I guess solitude is what you want it to be.



DEATH

Everyone will die
There is no point in tears
Soon you will join the dead
In Heaven or in Hell
You shall live eternally in one
Do not fear death
For it is not the end



MASCARA TEARS
 
Mascara tears
Streaming down her face
As she thinks of you 
As she thinks of all the lies
The heartache 
The pain
Mascara tears
Streaming down her face
As she takes her revenge 
As she takes your life
 
  
 
WOUND
 
Some pains never subside
Some wounds never heal
Some memories can never be forgotten
They're always there...
Reminding you...
Reminding you of what you've done,
What has been done to you.
Always there ...
Torturing you...
Killing you slowly,
Tearing out your already broken heart
So take this knife 
And end the pain
Rip your own heart out 
So you never hear the wound's screams again
 
 
 
BROKEN HEARTS NEVER HEAL 
 
A broken heart can never heal
No glue is strong enough 
No rope is long enough 
Too many pieces
Too deep a wound
No amount of "I'm sorry's" or "I love you's"
Can ever dull the pain 
No amount of time 
Will fade the memory
The pain, the memory
Will always be there 
Screaming in the back of your mind
Reminding you of the pains that haunt your life
That haunt your every thought 
'Till death do you part

 
 
NIGHT   
 
The sun sets on the slowly darkening horizon.
The moon glimmering, shining, lighting the ground below.
Stars glitter, giving people hope for renewal,
Renewal of the day,
Of the world.
Mysterious clouds loom overhead,
As the shadows come out to play.
While sleeping beauty's lay quiet in their beds,
Dreaming of mystery, danger and the knights who come to save them
From the thoughts of death that take over,
The sorrow that overwhelms them.
And the moon, losing her shine, 
Sets on the brightening horizon,
As the ghost of darkness
Again rides from the world

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