I'm holding out

the wall will crumble soon

and the gun-fire will blaze through the breach

if only I could see you one last time

put my hand to your velvet cheek

watch your eyes gaze at the stars

it would all be so much better.

But this, this thing called reality

tears lives apart limb from limb.

It leaves children infected with AIDS without parents

it takes innocent people to the abyss

but most of all,

it takes me away from you.

The wall has crumbled,

the shrapnel and bullets come screaming at me,

all to end my existence here on this fragile earth.

As the metal bodies filled with flame pierce me,

I cry out to God.

"Where are you now? Why did you do this to me?"

Realize this, my son

God is watching over us with a loving eye,

But it is us who bring this upon ourselves..........

-i did it because they did it to me-

i broke your heart

i could see it in your walk

how you made no remark

you didnt even talk.

I know the pain you're going through

how you wish it didnt happen

I wish it didnt too

I saw the anger in your eyes

the embarrassment on your lips

I wish I could change the skies

Put all the power at your fingertips

I didnt mean to

I learned it from them

-i did it because they did it to me-

4 pills a day

my life is wasting away.

the chemicals eating away my emotions

the people scratching my nerves raw

im bleeding now

choking on my tongue,

trying to whisper your name.

All i wanted was you.

Your love,

Your care.

I'm crucified on this bed.

The needles slipped into my veins.

The fluids empty from the tubes into my body.

No one knows which tube will kill me.

All they know is that they'll get the revenge they are after.

And as I stumble down the dank stairs towards Hell,

I'll look back,

and realize that when I was alive,

and with you,

I was in Heaven

Jailbird

The key clicks the over-oiled lock

To the old, iron cell

With a man in the middle

And a tear on the sill

He is young

A life not yet seen

A bird that was just taught to fly

In his own little dream

Blood on his hands

Screams in his ears

All come slithering back from his early years

“Condemned to life”

A phrase once heard

As they chained the fetters

To this bird

The restraints hold tight

The wings grow frail

During his long vacation

In this jail

 The key clicks the over-oiled lock

To the old, iron cell

With a man in the middle

And tears running down the hill

Blood washed from his hands

Screams silenced in his ears

All go slithering away

In his olden years

“You’re free to go”

A phrase now heard

As they opened up the cage

To his soul, a bird

His family held him tight

His wings grew strong

Until that day that came soon

When he couldn’t fly on

The glitter in his eyes dulled

The wrinkles on the face fold

The handsome, muscled boy

Now old.

is it bad when you want to die?

they ask you, "whats wrong?"

but you cant explain it

and then the frustration builds and the anger rises

and you just need to pull that knife out

and as soon as you've committed your heinous act of revenge,

you realize,

you didnt want to die.

But its too late now

the knife is too far in

and the pain is making you cry

and finally the last tear drops as you do too.

The breathe from you is taken out,

you fall to the ground, bleeding

And the only thing there to watch you,

Are your own two eyes.