Why when you loveIt sticks and pokesProds and chokesStripping me bareMy very essence goneUnrecognizable to meAnd leaving me wondering"Is this how love's supposed to be?"
My head is pounding with thoughtsI am regressing inside my mindI don't know what I'll findI'm scared to get trapped thereThe real world phasing before my eyesAnd my reality gets shiftedI don't know why this startedWas there something that triggered it?The blanket has settled over meI went to shake it offBut I also want to snuggle down deeperAnd relish in the darknessI've been there beforeI made it out aliveSomewhat
How can I writeWith no words?How can I singWith no voice?How can I play musicWithout an instrument?How can I createWith no creativity?How can I?How can I?The world is crazyAnd I have nothing leftSo how can I do anything?When everything is goneEverything is differentEverything has changed
I survived my mindWhen it was tearing from the inside outThe walls were bleeding redAnd the screams reverberatedA mix of cacophonous soundsThat run up and down my veinsLeaving behind sharp painsIt's so piercing it nearly kills meBut I'm still aliveEven after death peaked through the windowIt hasn't truly goneThere's still a dull acheA reminder of the painBut I live on to fightTo find peaceAnd I'll find it one day
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.