When Sarcasm Is The Truth

You're shaken up
From the stress at work today.
You're in pieces,
about being able to pay your rent tomorrow.
You can't sleep,
Because you're thinking of the responsibilities
waiting on you tomorrow and the next days of your life.

Meanwhile, death could be knocking at your door.

Any hour. Any minute.

Any second.

But it doesn't matter.
Because there are more important things to do.

Robot Eyes

The hardest you fell,
From the highest story,
Of the tallest building,
Of the biggest city,
On the busiest streets.

You know rain is coming,
When there's blood on your hands.

You put yourself to sleep,
Swallowed prescriptions to boss your molecules.

Each and every one.
No one knows what part of you is real anymore.

Who told you to jump?
The guy at the end?
Your imagination
Of the capsule you call your friend.

And you won't sleep tonight,
Cause you forget that you're alive.

These lights couldn't be anymore blinding,
But still you can't see.

A tear hits the bottom of the building.
Pavement absorbing my cries.

You landed amongst traffic...

I would have caught you in my arms.

Philosopher's Floor

Crowd collapse,
Pink lace, and skin desired.

The hammock that you've chosen
Collapsed into the ocean.

Too late to save,
Your lungs gave away.

Oxygen creating
Air on the surface.

And that was the last of your living.

And we still infect these waters..

Torrent

Fishing board
Tossed in the sea

You ran through a window
A thought to rescue me

Broke your own soul
Took your own life

Broke your loves hearts
In their tears they fight

Holding on, searching up high
There was no time to say goodbye

A waste lost in regret
A world ending in sin

There are never any warning signs
Unless we just ignored them all..

Hour Glass Life

Over there, you see.
The reflection in the mirror.
Only glass, looking back.

What is on the other side,
Of the breath I hear you breathe.

When they shut the door, I broke.

When we drove away, paralyzed.

The scratched disk skips and plays on repeat.

Flash, spark, rewind.

The white sinks in the carpet now, no substance left.
Just dry.

In Her Nature

These walls I stare at.
Impossible to see past, to see through.

In this silent, empty room.

Nothing but a window,
A world all too familiar to look out to.

If I must bleed to know what is on the other side.
Cut me open.

Let's run dry.

Submerged in obsession of my own developing thoughts.

'Cause this pen,
Is all I allow myself to have.

Roots

The plane preparing for take-off,
Fell to the ground.

The girl waiting for the boy,
Walked away.

The clock flying by,
Stopped working.

The world eternally spinning,
Ended.

The blood pulsing through your veins,
Came to being still.

The loss in your heart,
Disappeared.

The love of your life,
left.

But the roots that clench into the ground.
Hold you together.
Piece by piece and branch by branch.

You will become a forest, a battle,
endless growing, reaching to the height of a drifting cloud.

Trees that are soliders
Fighting, pulsing
Roots digging, deeper. Into the ground.
And you will never move, and you will never become lost.

Surface

For some reason, I think as death as an escape.
Sometimes I want to do it, to myself.

I can't handle this pain that I feel.

Every day. It never ends.
And every time it ends, it always finds a way back.

Maybe if I were over, all this pain that's apart of me would be over too.

If you could give me one reason to live, one word to inspire me, one person to love me and not leave.

If you could just give me help, an answer, a hand.

Maybe you could help me to believe that if my life ends I'd be crying for a way back.

Being at the bottom of the sea is the lowest I could possibly get.
And still, I don't see the surface when I look up.

Insomnia

I'm scared to sleep. You know what I think of? Dying. I think of death. And i'm scared to fall asleep. The part I hate the most is the laying in the dark. I panic, because I think of how much I would rather see or have a light on. If I die in my sleep, I'm afraid I'll be in the dark for eternity. I hate the dark and I'm scared to sleep. Because I just want to live and be awake as much as I am alive. If that means being up waiting for the sun, whether it's sunrise, or sunset, I'm thinking of trying that. I'm so afraid to fall asleep and think I may not make it to another beautiful morning. Crazy isn't it?

The dark is the last thing I'd want to see before I die.