Truth Wailing in a malicious kindred of views While people around have their beam As I wait for news I ask that you look into the era of ways that seam To push the door a little more To see more than before Hold your breathe in the benevolence Stand stiff as stone in awe Reach out to touch the scene Then choke in your realization, that it was a dream. Grief Of Yesterday Leaves scatter on the soil The air is thick with melancholy The stripped oaks sway in the wind as the leaves coil The moon's blistered and scratched surface fixates on me Crickets don't bother with their tune Just as the frogs don't contribute And still it gazes upon me, that inexorable moon The grass is dead The fog covers my way And as I tread I feel it ahead I was led, Lured by gifts of hope To be left alone as a snack As I wonder through the black Then you gave me joy, anticipation, reason The wind blew it away Now I am being eaten By the grief of yesterday. Bottled Up Inside I gaze outside as the drops dance on impact This dusty old bottle in my hand is what I use to retain I deny it's screams as it tries to attract, Telling me to stop the pain The tears dance on impact The bottle is cracking Too much to hold in anymore Nothing is curing the sore Fatigue catches on I am out of my league I can't keep pretending Everything isn't depressing For you are the people outside the bottle, Trying to get through I am inside waiting inside until, I don't so easily fill. I Let Go I let go a long time ago To the dreams that built up I smashed them on the ground For all of them had become woe. All the dreams and all the sorrow Didn't cease and I doubt they will tomorrow I let go a long time ago To the pain and strife But the pain came back And the dead dreams were shot down crows. They can caw and cry But no matter how much they plead, they will die I let go a long time ago Dreams now seem so discouragingly far away Despair engulfed me All of this is because of you, You damned excruciating dismay Why won't you relinquish for one single day? I let go a long time ago I tried to grab back ahold I slipped and fell Now I am falling to hell. Wishing It Wasn't A Wish Too much pain to hold it all in I just wish I was happy I wish I could throw it all away Maybe then I would feel I could win I wish I could feel some hope Some tiny piece of chance That this will all go away, so I can feel relief from this lance. If not the sky should swallow me whole For there's no point in living without a soul. Born Into The Hell Of My Own Mind Chipped away, Ripped apart Torn off, From my heart Just a void now fills the space, Eternal sorrow binding me to this place. Pleasure being sucked away By a black hole in my chest, All I want is to peacefully exist I feel it in my head, Everything inside feels dead. Ice picks stuck in my mind, Enjoyment now seems so divine Unable to confine it in my flawed design When everything appears lost (nothing is positive, not even a thought) You go head first into an abyss, It takes away all your bliss Till you feel you don't exist. Pain Is It's Name I can feel the pain escalating Skin is getting thinner Letting more in so it can cling I become it's dinner Fill your face Come on now, I know you love that taste Of the sweet sorrow that you endow Now slaughter me like a cow My message gets caught in the fire Lit by the scorching thoughts Thoughts of death, despair, desire Now watch hope as it rots. Now cling like obsession Like the tick on the arm And suck all other thoughts away like depression I guess being full of tears is my profession. -Casey Greene I hope you like it, please tell me if you did.