Illness burning behind the eyes,
words spoken and peppered with lies,
the blight is spreading tinted with sighs,
and I seem to sink under the surface.
Events moving forward they're on a roll,
ugly little secrets taking the toll,
the illness is staining my soul,
slipping under the water into delirium.
Depression is stronger then before,
shaking mentally down to the core,
I don't think I want to know anymore,
and I shall live in ignorance.
Isn't it pretty the edges are dull,
cowering away from a future untold,
is it a treasure that has so much gold,
or is it a breathless night?
The time rolls on, the season passes,
preaching to the world and it's masses,
give me a pair of rose colored glasses,
because the world looks terrible to me.
People are screaming out their curses,
what is the one single purpose?
Hiding in silence or in the churches?
I don't know if I want to hear the answer.
Bloody valentine dear to my heart,
I don't know if we can ever be apart,
should have kept quiet from the start.
Because I regret those words.
As odd as it is I'm very delicate,
even for the problems that aren't relevant,
burning my bridges just for the hell of it,
but I'm hiding in myself.
Knives cut deep and I'm bleeding,
while inwardly I'm secretly seething,
can't someone stop the breathing,
of the pain in the sinner's souls?
Let me scream out my love to the crowd,
gotta make sure it's heard and loud,
and I found I couldn't make a sound,
a monster hidden behind my eyes.
People working for pointless pay,
and when they speak they have nothing to say,
in a matter of fact make them go away,
I like my little niche with myself.
Screaming and breaking the bonds,
I wonder if it's alright hide then be gone,
maybe for the hell of it I'll sing a song,
that hides the pretty lies.
Touching the surface of a person,
falling in love and being in prison,
I'm not well and now I'm on a mission,
and I think it's just for me.
People living without a care,
to me it's not very fair,
but I can't help and stop and stare,
because I feel alien to this world.
Love is a fickle lover,
and I move on and find another,
but perhaps he'll feel like a brother,
and I'm grappling with reality.
People are sad so they are maddening,
people are angry so they are saddening,
in this life I feel as a blasphemy,
so fickle and angry, that's the fun of life.
And yet it's peaceful when you feel gone,
and you don't know if you'll be gone long,
and it's alright because I sang the last song,
so bury me in the earth.
But this is how it goes, even in past,
and the good times seem to hardly last,
and now I've found that I have been cast,
into Oblivion.
I need a place to rest my eyes,
I need a place to hide the lies,
and I need to stay away from the sighs,
of lost lovers.

Drowning in loves abyss.....

Nice write.....