One Day

If I were the last thing
in the world, with no human being's,
just gave me a paper and pen
and I will show you, something not now nor then.
I will write till my hands bleed.
I will show you the need
for what I do,
I will show you how too
see what level I am on.
I know you would never be any where
near what I am on but what do I care.
I am just a person who can rhyme
and who's got all the time.
So sit back and listen,
look at my eye balls glisten,
look at the seriousness in my voice.
You don't have a choice.
My words will change nations,
even gods best creations,
will have no will power over me,
this is how it will be.

Undone

Its getting harder and
and harder to walk around and see the man
I have become.
All I have done cannot be undone.
It's hard walking around a house of
glass, and feeling any love
towards myself.
Because even in all my wealth
I realize I hate who I am.
Even though I have done all I can.
Every time I walk past a mirror
I just know I fear
what I can do.
Do you even have the slightest clue,
how hard is for me to look at my own
eyes in the mirror, and see the tone
of remorse and regret.
It would be a safe bet
to say that I need
to change, and no longer feed
the mouth of my emotions
and I won't hear the commotion.

Nothing But

Sometimes I feel like my insides
are inside and out. I need something besides
this pain. I wish I could just
shut these emotions off. It is a must,
I do not understand but when I try
it takes all I can not to cry.
I don't share my thoughts
because I know I will get caught
in a string of emotions that will
literally begin to kill
me because they have never spoken.
And to be randomly awoken,
would tear at my
stomach, maybe than you will see why
I do not share what I feel
because as much as I would like these wounds to heal
I know that the scars they leave
will never fade. So do not be deceived.
Just because they begin to fade away
I know that one day I will pay
by the hauntings of things I never
said, or things I never spoke of ever.
Thinking I was the tough guy
that has no emotions, well that was a lie.
I always thought I could just turn
them off, but now I have soon learned
that the pain I feel,
is nothing but real.

Death Before Defeat

It's funny how hard it is
to walk across a bridge you've burned. 'Tis
one of the hardest things do
because there is nothing harder you
can do then trying to walk
on something that is not there. So lets talk.
I just want to sit and apologize for
what I have done. I believe it straight down to my core
that what I have done can
not be undone. But please be the bigger man
and understand me. I am not asking for forgiveness
but I am asking for this.
Please understand that I am walking down the darkest street,
just understand I will accept, death before defeat.

Not Again

The thing is when I sit with this pen in my hand,
I drift off to a far off land.
It is like I am sitting on this grass,
waiting for time to pass.
When a friend of mine got up and left,
I felt like it was the ultimate theft.
Now another kid, who I did not know,
decided it was time to go.
Its never right to say goodbye,
so early, without telling us all why.
Goodbyes are never easy,
let alone the eternal ones, those just make me queasy.
The thing is you don't realize
that when you cut the ties
to you and your life,
the inner strife
we will all have in our head,
until we are, as well, dead.

RIP

Endless Scare

The words I say
are not necessarily the words I feel
I know I have to pay
my time, and allow these wounds to heal.
The words I have said
have soon fed
my emotions
for so long, I can no longer take the comottion.
You ask me to write these words for you,
I search deep inside of me.
I realize I have so few.
It makes me wonder why we are we.
I dont know why I feel this way,
but I know I am not okay.
So try and help me,
explain to me why this is ment to be.
I do not know why I have such doubts,
but I do feel them inside.
I try and figure out what they are about,
I need you to help me out.
Help me speak the words unspoken,
I need to be woken
out of this nightmare,
it is just no longer fair.

Rest In Peace

How in the hell could you waste
your life away with such haste?
Did you even stop and think,
what you would do to the world? Break the link
that hold you and your family together.
What you did was not clever,
but down right evil.
All the wounds you had would of healed.
I am sorry the world has wronged you,
but why take one of the few
of God's gifts left in this place.
I really wish you would of thought on how much space
you took in my heart,
before you tore it apart.
Why did you pick up that rope,
I could of helped you cope.
I am sorry but what you did,
heaven already has forbid
anyone to do it in there life.
So when I heard these words, they cut like a knife,
to my lungs, because you had it all,
only to waste it all on something so small.

Rest In Peace

Take these Uncertainty's

I hate the feeling of uncertinity,
I just want to know once and for all, do I have your eterenity?
I swore from the begining,
you would be my one and only. But something is hindering
the though of me and you.
I know I have so few
emotions but there is one.
And I know for as long as I am living it will never come undone
for you. Because you keep my heart beating
and you are the only one that keeps defeating
my defenses and gaurds.
You take all thats hard
and make it come so naturally.
So baby did you know that I actually
am in love with you?
I am just begging to hear you say it too.

Faith

As I begin to pull up my sleeve,
to show you that my scars are real,
just trying to get you to believe,
what I feel.
I know the words I say,
may come out in,
the opposite of normal, but on the contrary of my way,
but this is honestly from within.
I am lost in my own,
little world not anyone else's.
But I would of flown,
to the ends of the earth to show you I am the least bit of selfish.
I am tired of writing why I love you,
because God knows if I do.
If what we have is true,
we will make it through.

Destruction

So as I sit in this hole,
at a all time low.
I tell you I am five feet under,
what is another, just past me the shovel.
As you begin to wonder,
what's on the level,
I know that deep down inside,
I just need someone to show me the way.
I just hope that the world doesn't open wide,
and take me away.
I don't care which way I go,
or who I am with,
all I know
is that this
is not my place to be.
So someone release these shackles on my arms,
this isn't me,
I mean no one no harm.
It only sometimes comes out that way,
As you may I know,
I am a core of destruction, I am just in total and utter dismay.

Take These Broken Wings

If I could write you these
words in a way that will show you, you have the keys,
to my body and soul.
And inform you that you make me whole.
To let you know that my love is eternal.
I once told God to never let anyone meddle
with my feelings,
because I know I cannot take another human being,
be able to control who I may be,
because quite frankly I am me.
But then one day he gave me you,
he does not have the slightest clue,
how you are the best gift,
known to this man. That you are able to lift,
my broken heart
and mend it part by part.

Till The Day I Die

When the memories of us begin to fade away
I just hope I can keep my feelings at bay.
Because on the day
I told you I will love you all the way
until my heart stops beating,
until it stops heating
my body with is warmth.
From this day forth
you are mine
forever and always, till the end of time.
Till oceans run dry
Till new born children never cry.
Till sand becomes gold.
Till the sun becomes cold.
You are a gift from above
and you fill my heart with love.

The Lone Ranger

The Lone Ranger sits upon his throne,
wondering about his heart, or some say his gallows.
He just wonders where is his home?
He doesn't look , rather he sits and wallows,
in his own sorrows.
Not embracing today,
but worrying about tomorrows
problems that may never be done,
or ever happen.
There is just one
thing on his mind that just keeps tapping
on the core
of his mind.
It's like his heart is on the floor.
But the thing is he doesn't have time
to pick it up.
So life has given him a fine,
on taking his pain just for a day of feeling up.
And all he has to do was sign on the dotted line,
to free himself from this pain,
all he had to do was sell his soul
and it will release him from his pain.
All he had to do was let the ferryman take his toll.