There's Been a SuicideThere’s been a suicide
A suicide they cried but no one heard them
No one hurt them the police report says
There would be no trial for they thought the trials have already passed and they had failed
And they had been hung out to dry.
Hung. Hung from the rafters
from ropes as frayed as their wits
as split as their decisions when met with crisis.
Hung like the jury in their heads that determined their worth.
Hung from the balcony in plain sight but hidden from everyone that looks down on the world as if they were gods
because they never bothered to tilt their heads back and see their sisters their brothers their fathers their mothers their goddamn children hung in front of them like human chandeliers whose candles will never be lit!
A candle, they can’t handle the candle
The candle light vigil
that will be held
And held are the thoughts such as
“How could this happen?”
“Why would they do this?”
“What did we do wrong?”
What did we do
Hang upsthere will be no more
cigarette smoking eulogies for a life yet livid with the flame of living
no more haze filled half happiness
to whittle the hours away
to avoid everything that is real
like a challenge to breathe
ashes and dust but only after you've been truly burned and
taken your cold caller lessons on what exactly it means to be broken down
Beastthere's a beast inside of me that follows me around
there's a beast inside of me that pins me down
rough and strong,despair feeds it
hope and happiness,perhaps can kill it
but the beast is strong and devours hope
i can't just kill and hang it to a rope
The beast is with me all the time
wether i want it or not,it does not give a dime
it says that he is nice and good
and that i should give him food
like it or or not the beast is with me
evil or saint the beast is me
Sabor a MentolNos cantos sombrios da minha mente
Ela me encanta com uma melodia estranha
Quer minha alma só para ela, solenemente,
Meu corpo fica calmo e ela se entranha
Não se deixem enganar
A calma é tudo menos pura
É o efeito do veneno que ela obriga-me a inalar
Abandono o controlo e perco a postura
Meu corpo já não me pertence,
Minha alma, não é mais minha,
Fico apenas com um lembrete
De como eu era quando a tinha
Tentei resistir e lutar
Fugir para longe dela
Mas meu esforço foi em vão e com o tempo a escassear
Minha mente foi consumida por ela
Já não chove ou faz sol
Já não choro ou sorrio
Só as memórias de quem fui têm aquele familiar sabor a mentol
Grito por ajuda, mas acho que já é tardio.
An Overveiw of SocietyThey tell us to be young adults,
That we will stand up on our own two feet like colts.
They then talk down to us, our generation,
Saying that we have to fix the earth, their creation.
And somehow we find ourselves drowning
In thoughts, ideas, opinions. Frowning
Towards those whose minds boggle us,
Only to find diversity of mind in those we trust.
And so we live, breathing on and on-
Living past that glowing dawn.
We try our best to leave a mark on the world that people remember.
Hoping per chance to be known for one year, October through Spetember.
We make buildings and monuments,
Write books and make chart hits;
Looking for fame and glory
Just to tell another story.
Can we thrive in this technological age
Until we turn that very last page?
Litany Against Self-DoubtI do not allow self-doubt to rule me,
nor will I be its servant.
I instead use it as a tool,
and it serves me.
I always remember
that it is a paper tiger,
for my mind is my own.
It has its place and function,
and there it must remain:
as a cautionary advisor,
sitting at the foot of the throne.
I always remember its true tasks:
the last look before the leap,
and the secondary check,
so mistakes will not repeat.
But it must not sap ambition,
or poison motivation-
or allow my minor mistakes,
to be a source of permanent humiliation.
And no matter what you might think,
in the end, there's only the truth:
Self-doubt is a tool.
It was never meant to rule.
In the beginningBeauty is in the eye of the beholder.
truth be, no one ever told her,
She sits crying on my shoulder
but still alone, just trying to regress
just as alone , he holds her
it's ok gorgeous,
Babygirl, everything alright, your my world
my loyalty's airtight, i promise by the end of tonight
You'll be just fine, she promised,
Bae you'll always be mine
He for the first time could never be happier
She finally had someone to tell her what
she needed to hear.
More then pain and death alike
Being alone is what they fear.
Voicethe voice of good and the voice of evil
an ancient fight inside of all the people
they say follow the good and let go of the bad
but some people think of good things as sad
because not everything is universally good
good or evil,this will prevail which is given food
what is good for me might be evil for you
and that's okay because I decide what to do
in the end what matters is to follow your heart and your reason
because this will result not in treason
treason is to betray your heart,to do what the others want
and if you do that,a ghost,your heart will haunt