

MassacreA million criesMassacre
Calling my name Piercing my heart Out bleeds the shame
A million laughs Bland do they sound Not in my ears Yet from all around
A million pains Crawl in my skin Bruising my body Numbings begin
A million sighs
Pulse in my brain Soothing my strife Disturbing the sane
A million people Lay in this state Most of us dying Writhing in hate
A million doves
Flood over my eyes
Bleaching my sight Destroying my mind
A million regrets Flash through


Forgive My EyesForgive My EyesForgive My Eyes
If truely the eyes are windows to the soul Do colors serve as filters?
What purpose does each filter serve? To mask unsightly things?
Is that where some beauty lies? In parts now tucked away?
A glass gateway is never used to hide less deception may be needed.
Colors cover sin perhaps? Common sins we all have.
My eyes of blue what hides in them? Is it hidden from me too?
Common sins I can repent Though this stays out of view.
These sins perhaps never forgiven me What is it I mus


To a Broken MemoryTo a Broken MemoryTo a Broken Memory
Where have you gone Beloved one Your grace evades my memory
The fiery passion Now displayed Bluntly betrays your lies
Where have lost dreams Taken you? The vows that once were mine
Vows now lost to Your history Which decays your tattered heart
Your heart new mended Set ablaze Hauntings opening old wounds
My pain is not meant For me For love my heart ought ache
Thoughts of you lost to Your memories Hurt so much more than my pain
What once w


Lets LiveLets LiveLets Live
I sit in the corner, watching others sitting, chatting. I wonder to myself Why can I not chat?
I walk in an office, thinking about the people working, laughing. I say to myself Why can I not laugh?
I run through a park, noticing couples nervous, loving. I cry to myself Why can I not love?
I wander to class, oblivious to people learning, creating. I recall to myself Why can I not create?
I saunter to bed, feeling so lonesome, helpless. I muse to myself Why can I not be helpless? &n


Face ValueFace ValueFace Value
Some days I look into a mirror, and wish that I could disappear, and curse the day that I was forced to being, But then I see your face and know, that evils happen even so, without risk and loss there’s reason not for living. I ask myself is it just chance, or fate or luck or circumstance, that takes me on the path that I’m now walking Then something whispers there is more, a life and quest worth fighting for, and you can have it simply if you don’t give in
Often I must ask myself, is this the day I ask for help, I know my strength has vanished into nothing I fell lost without a hop
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