I cried out to God, And There was silence.

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?

The devil’s in my midst.

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness