Let Me Be With HimLet Me Be With HimEvery night I pray for him,To wake up in the morning,And if his soul is taken away,Please God, take mine with his.Let me be with him,And hold him in my arms,So I see him get his angel wings,Because I know he deserved them.Please let me go with him,Don't let me live alone,Let me be bury beside him,On a hill when the sun shine.Let me be with him,I'll make sure I'll do as many good deeds to be up there with him,But if I'm not called up there the same time as him,Please at lease let me say "I love you" and "Goodbye".So, I'll lay my head down,And dream that I'll be with my love,Because I know we'll be together someday,I'll make sure of it.
Stuck.Going down and down…Bobbing at the surfacebetween light and dark,here and there…But there is noin between.There is no escape,and I question if there will ever bea way out of this Hell.I scream at the top of my lungsfrom the bottom of my hole,but no one helps me outor dares to try.
I amI am.Feeding off your breath against my skin; I'm sighing with each fall of your lungs,catching every droplet in suspense and allowing myself to be ---what I am.I am.Hanging on your every word;I'm watching the vowels float around me ,watching them slide from the tip of your tongue as I'm hearing the silk butter of your voice melt into my ears.I'm glowing with promises and I'm blushing at your whispers. "forever"I am.Watching my life come together;I'm gazing into the entirety of our future with just one look in your eyes.I'm synchronising with every beat of your heart and I'm allowing myself to be what ---I amI am loveI am in love.
Charity BallsDearest Karen,I never wanted to be that person, you know. That overly-sentimental, fatherly figure that tells stories from the “good old days” and smokes cigars because he doesn’t really care about getting lung cancer anymore. And I’m sure, wherever you are, you’re laughing your little blonde head off, because you never would have expected it. You married a rebel, and now look at me. I’m normal. I fit in. I go with the flow and it’s ridiculously easy.It’s also ridiculously boring, you know. I didn’t realize how freaking reliant I was on you to entertain me until, well, you weren’t here anymore. You were always the one who woke up in the morning with buckets of energy, who baked cookies and pineapple-upside-down cupcakes, who made plans for nature hikes and community service. You dragged me out of the house to fundraisers and charity balls, and hell, I’d never even heard of a charity ball until I met you.Because
Ghosts in this MachineThe gear slips as the cog easespast the missing teethand slowly, one by one, the partsbegin to show signs of weakness.The cylinders sigh with the hiss of steam asthe engine is forcedto tick over in its idle state,shakily breathing betweenthe unexpected periods of hypermanic full-tilt andstatic inanimate existence.Un-manned controls at the helmshow evidence of interaction, butthat is all...alltill the next timea foot hit's the floor andthe world races by...Till then there will only beghosts in this machine...
The Psychotic Rants of a MadmanI still feel your presenceHere at my side,And it's made me go crazy,Like that DAMNED Dr. Jekl and Mr. Hyde.You see, I hated youWhen you were still here,And now your ghost haunts me,Filling me with anger and fear...I've killed my WHOLE familyAnd YET I have have had no time to mourn.I have had no time to RESTThough my body is worn.For, even when my angerIs hidden away,I know that you'll come,And then you will say:"You're a goooood pal.You're my beeeeest friend.You and I will be together forEVER,Best friends till the eeeeend.Why didn't you ever leave?I TOLD YOU TO GO!...but you said we were friends,You WOULDN'T leave. No.And there you sat with that hideous smileShowing me all your sick taxadermy pets,Making them laugh and talk and danceLike some twisted little jest.And so it itched, it burned, it scratchedDEEP inside my brainUntil it maaaade meeee gooo