Viscous Cycle

Ensnared in the web of fear.
No one to help me here.


Another unexpected visit,
No one here to listen.


Minds clouded,
breaths become shorter,
the weight on my chest becomes more heavy.


The anxiety holds me steady.


Trapped, I can't break free.


I can't break free.

Recluse Spider

Wallowing in the fields of sorrows again for the thousandth time.
In the shadows of gloom this soul remains, armed with a voided heart and a jaded mind.


Love; an infectious emotion that can break the purest of hearts.
There's a place to where one can astray, a poverty of hope turning numb and love is pain.

Where morality holds no value, is no treasure.


Closed doors once open, locked by the key of dismay.


Rejection; the birth of relentless thoughts that will destroy from within.
Refuge has no existence. Just burned ruins of a sanctuary that once reigned.


Integrity; abandoned by naive eyes.
Masks worn to cloak the truth. Meanwhile those of purity are left deserted, casted aside.

Left screaming at the same old walls.
This is to the deaf ears of the forlorn calls.

The Haunting

As the night comes, the boy enters his bed where burdened thoughts lay dormant.
In this grave he lays and thinks, the darkness begins to grow and sinks.
He's reminding himself, "I can't give up. I can't give in."
But these nights have become routine, expecting it's only going to happen all over again.

Fatherless, loveless.

Walking on his own path of hardship the door of hope he holds starts to close.
His eyes fixated on pain, hatred and anger fueling the rage from his head to his toes.
Eager to meet the ends of his own misery.

Kneeled on the ground, staring into the skies.
Screaming for answers, tears falling from his sunken eyes.
Awaiting, his doors are locked.

Like a cold draft slithers through the window, an invading gloomy thought comes to greet his spirit.
He lays with his eyes closed shut, and whispers to himself.

"Maybe I'm meant to be alone."

Highway 3

Set off, driving west getting away everything that I see. Golden fields to passing trees I come across some familiarity. Sunlight breaks through the clouded skies, a sense of peace starts to come my way leaving my troubles and worries paralyzed. With no set destination and no set time I continue to walk on this line. On my own, sifting through the mountain passes I'm alone with my thoughts to myself. There's a bird inside that's been caged for far too long. I've got to spread these wings, to bring this soul to sing this song. Shifting gears, just another tarshark on the blacktop. The gas light is on beginning to make an arrival to my next stop. Back on track, I'm a lone wolf on the road.

Gridlocked

"Set me free from this reality.", just another desperate plea.
Imprisoned and locked in confined walls, living as a rat in a maze.
Lost and caged trying to find purpose by the passing days. 


Drowning us with lies and deceit. 
As we abide with distorted eyes, I still believe there is more substance in this life than petty dollars and dimes.


There is no escape. 
I want out. 


Still left searching for an understanding for all of this. 
There's a void within and I want to know what it is. 
Until then, my chains are calling me and I'll continue to wander in this monotony.

Forsaken

I've lost track of the years.
There's nothing left to say, it's nothing more than a vacant space.
An empty piece of history that I'm leaving behind.
I only wish you knew the hate. Refraining anger that lays sedate.
You are nothing but a ghost.
Nothing more, nothing less.
You were never there for me.
Can't you see?
You're dead to me.