The End Note
7/1/06
Sorry I don't make much sense
Maybe that is what I am to do
But use your brain and think for a moment
And remember, you can use yours too
Simple reminders in my past
Tell me that perhaps I'm too cold
Remember what it is here
That has been so carefully told
Not all things are quite as easy as they seem
I, for one, am most likely not
Like anything you have ever seen
I'll leave it here, a mystery told
Something soon, one day all with read
A life written down, and now a story left to unfold
The Time of 6:02
7/05/06 6:02pm
It's 6:02
With nothing to do
And all I'm thinking about is you
I just wanted to to say, "I love you"
And that I really do miss you too
Though I know it's nothing really new
No, I know these moments are not few
This, I could not wait any longer to do
I felt that these words to you might spew
I only wish that you knew
I was thinking about you
At this very moment, that is 6:02
A Secret Told; A Murder Uncontroled
7/17/06
Feeling the moment, let it pass
Nothing like this will ever last
Who knew it would happen this way
When now I can see the light of day
Lost and down, feeling around
Looking for something on steady ground
Never quite realized this would come to be
When you just happen to know the real me
I can’t help but lose control
It was always something mysterious to unfold
I’ll be honest now, what can I say
I really didn’t mean for it to turn out this way
Scared now, I’d hide from myself
This won’t really be good for your health
This isn’t good for you, can you see
And even worse now for me
Perhaps now I should backtrack and see
How much your life really meant to me
The Cure
7/18/06
I am tired of no one hearing my cries
I am tired of everyone passing my by
As I sit here in this still, bleak darkness
Nothing to spark the smallest joyus bliss
Feeling so very lost and alone
As nothing else but this darkness is shown
I only want to be heard and believed
For all my thoughts and stress to be relieved
Every question, thought and and answer
Never to spread in my mind like a cancer
I am tired of living, hearing nothing but lies
I am tired of seeing all my friends die
It almost seems I am the only with thoughts that posess
Either that, or no one else will confess
Almost like these thoughts to others are not known
Into hiding in fear, I suppose, they are prone
I wish only to take a step back and breathe
To assemble my thoughts so that I can see
In order to control my movements like an exotic dancer
So that every question, and thought get an answer
I am tired of hearing about an unfourtunate suprise
I am tired of seeing those that hurt not take a rise
Death Cometh Freely
8/25/06
Death cometh freely
Take a thought and make it meaning
Simply said and simply done
When nothing else but this can be done
Nothing truly matters
When everything else was just a disaster
Feels like nothing is ever going to be seen
For something more, it’s always something unseen
Death cometh freely
Make something seen; worth the seeing
What makes it so hard to understand
It’s just this world; the problem at hand
But nothing truly matters
When you can always ignore it, it’s be faster
But everyone does that now anyway
Why not give in and be like them everyday
Death cometh freely
Nothing can truly be done so sweetly
Someday all will realize the power
This kind of thing can impact; they’ll cower
Still, nothing truly matters
When they made this happen to begin with, the bastards
Always pushing and shoving and screaming their loudest
Like nothing even mattered, they think they’re the best
Death cometh freely
And they do it again and still give no reasoning
Beat them down into the earth dying without a name
Just by myself with this burning, aching pain
So what does it truly matter
This feeling, still this broken disaster
Take it away one final time
Before this whole thing becomes but a lie
Lucifer
1/?/07
Where art thou death?
Cometh for thy kin
Bringeth unto thee thy death
Thou shalt takest away thy sin:
Sought to thee eternal suffering.
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