Don’t Say That You Loved Me…
Don’t Say That You Cared…
It’s Not The Cuts That Killed Me…
It’s The Lies You Told…
That Put Them There…

You Didn’t See It Coming…? !
Well…neither Did I…! ! !
It’s Just…the Sad Thing Is…
I Didn’t Really Want To Die…
I Just…wanted You To See Me

My Confession Is Life Is Not Worth Living
I Wish Everything Would All Just Disappear

I Wanna Cry And Cut My Wrist
But Like Otep Sayssuffering Will Free You

Not So Cold
But No Less Guarded;
She Allowed Entrance.
Perhaps She Is Still
Protecting The Inner Castle.

Only Recently
The Gate Was Drawn,
Frozen In Some Quick Rejection
That Broke Our Hearts;
All That Remained Were
Stony Walls
Of Unbearable Silence.

Justification
For Cheers Of Elation
Exhilaration
And Wild Jubilation.

Temporary Cessation
Of Life’s Tribulations
Apt Celebration
For The Joy Of Creation

Dear Lord, Every Evening
As I’m Lying Here In Bed
This Tiny Little Prayer
Keeps Running Through My Head

God Bless My Mom And Dad
And Bless My Little Pup
And Look Out For My Sister & Brother
When Things Aren’t Looking Up

You Must Be A Good Runner Because You Are
Always Running In My Mind,
You Must Be A Good Thief Because
You Have Stolen My Heart,
And I Am Always A Bad Shooter
Because I Miss You Always…

A Loud Bang Woke Me
Although With My Blurry Eyes, The Bright Light I Could See
It Sounded Like Firer Works In December,
But It Was Only June If Could Remember
The Irregularity Of The Vibration, I Could Feel.
Alas, Pandemonium Let Loose
But, I Wasn’t The Only One Who Got Bruised,
The Whole Community Was Involved
A Situation We, The Civilians Could Not Solve.
Armouries And Missiles Everywhere
Both On Land And In The Air, Causing Alot Of Snare
Chaos, Anarchy And Doom Becomes The Order Of The Day
With Nobody Willing To Pay The Price To Lead The Way
Wailing And Sorrow, Tears And Pain,
Screaming For Help, But To Aid Is Not The Aim.

Another Chapter Of Brutalist Is Here,
The Men On Green Have Appeared,
The Civilians, They Say Have Had Their Fair Share
Money And Fame, Power And Loot
Despotism And Ruthlessness, Anyone Against Their Will They Would Shoot.
O’ Its A Phase Of Despair,
We Know Not How Long This Regime Would Last,
Because It Is Not Aperiod To Jubilate Neither Is It A Period Of Fun Fare
It Is The Time Of The Military,
A Time Where Its All Black

I Don’t Read Anymore.
Every Book I Open, Within The First Fifty Pages,
I Become The Protagonist,
A Wonderful Hero, Or A Terrible Villain.
It’s A Rare Unrecognised Schizophrenia,
And It Scares Me.

I Don’t Eat Anymore.
I Read All The Labels, Like I Am Supposed To,
Everything Has Words That Are Bigger Than My Appetite.
I Miss The Days When Food Was Less Literate Than I Am.
I Am Hungry All The Time, But Even Custard Is Too Terrifyingly Erudite,
And It Scares Me.

Forget The Past, Live In The Now.
We Share A Love, I’ll Tell You How.

In The Morning, Thoughts For You.
Run Through My Mind, For Me To View.

My Days Have Never Been Brighter,
Because You Fill Them With Much Laughter.

My Heart Has Never Been Warmer,
Because You Care For Me And Our Future.