Another Day in HellI'm tired of waking upKnowing that todayIs just another hellFor me to deal with.Just so tiredOf living withoutEverything I needTo be freeTired of feeling unlovedEvery second of the dayT struggle throughAnd I prayTo a god I don't believe inHoping for some kind of consolanceToo tired to go onOn this winding roadOf bad luck and mishapsOf the loss of friendship like treasured goldLonging to be less tiredLess beaten downLonging to be free fromThe death holding me downI'm tired of waking upKnowing that todayIs just another hellFor me to deal with.
Short StoryOvercoming the Dark: A Short StoryLapisWe flew through the wilderness, trees flashing by so fast you couldn't tell if it was leaves or pine, not that we had the time to identify trees. We were too busy running for our lives. Shadows flashed passed and we could still feel the warmth of the lava lake, now far behind. Side by side our toughened bodies raced in harmony as we approached the forest at the base of the Wisteria Mountains. My eyes flashed back and forth, not searching for the thing chasing us, but for obstacles in our way. Looking behind us was too risky."Lapis, it's gone!" Apparently it wasn't too risky for Alex."You idiot! You know what happened when that one chick in the bible turned to look behind her when she was fleeing her city? Well she turned into salt!" I yelled, plopping myself down on an overturned log."I don't think I'm going to become salt." He said sadly, probably thinking about how we hadn't seen any type of book, much less a bible, in the past five years.
Red DropA single red dropWells up then burstsRunning downReaches the ground.A single red dropAt a window sillTo erase the demonReaches the wood.A single red dropIn the bedTo erase the pain.Reaches the pillows.A single red dropIn the harsh light of dayTo bring back lifeReaches the pavementA single red dropIn the dark of nightTime to dieReaches the cobblestoneAnd turns blackA single red dropWells up then burstsRunning downReaches the groundThe world dyed in redThe red of demonsThe red of painThe red of lifeAnd the black of death.
MaskThe effort it takes,To get up every morningWith a smile on your faceIs destroying.You have your big frontMorning, noon, and nightYou don't hide and shunYou don't give up, you fightBecause what you wantAnd what you needAre two different thingsEntirelyAll you want to do is cryGive up, shut downHideBe foundBut since no one noticesOr answers your callMaybe it's betterTo do nothing at allAnd hide behind the mask.
PleaseI stare and he ignoresMy helpless pleasHe shuts the doorTo partnership and saftyAnd although he's nice enoughHanding out complimentsHe's still a little roughBut he called me intenseI can't turn my eyes awayHe is light and darkHot and cold alwaysWaiting for the right moment, a hungry sharkHe is beautiful in body and soulI see strait though his frontI continue to break down his wallsHe is worth all of my time and effortSo come to me babyIn the dead of night come callingFrom the loneliness please save meAnd show me what i've been missing.