This Pain of Mine

It is hard for me to define
where this pain really lies
I take it and make it rhyme
with other things I feel inside
In these words where it might hide
sometimes even in words I can not find
because I'm not curtain where it lies
Maybe not hidden with in any rhyme
it comes from somewhere deep inside
Perhaps in my soul is where it hides
But what if I did not have this pain of mine

Some place not quite here
No place you'd want to be
I always find myself there
In a place you'd never want to see

Some way it always finds me
You would not believe the things I hear
Hidden forever away in the mirror
In this deep dark place meant for me
drowning forever in the sea

It took us a while to understand,
how much of this got out of hand.

Socially Unappealing

The things I do are so fulfilling

These things I do are a sort of healing

Those things I do to some are chilling

That thing I do is to myself ailing

This thing I do to my soul is killing

They are the things I do to be

Socially Appealing

Heaven is Dead

We burned it down
Smoke and ash lay on the ground

Heaven is dead

What have we done
Simply made room for another one

Heaven is dead

What do we do now
We find a way through some how

Heaven is dead

And it won't be coming back
How could it survive these viscous attacks

Tart

You leave a bitter taste on me
One on my tongue That I can see

Now I need to make haste
and leave this place

And as for this taste
I would have rather waste

Than to take back with me
All the destruction we conceived

You are tart can't you see
Your bitter taste no longer belongs to me

Only if bleeding hearts could sing

They would sing of all the things

They in their sadden lives have seen.

GONE

Absent is the love we knew

Ancient is the hate that brew

Deceased is the life we lead

Forgotton is the blood we shed

Consumed is the pain I felt

Extinct is the need for help

Vanished is a person who never stood

In oblivion is a person who should