Cliff Taunt

The razor never suit you well
so here you stand above the swells
"They'll never miss you when you're gone"
The suicide cliffs egg you on.

And never in your darkest dreams
nor in the waves below it seems
that death will come among the dawn
The suicide cliffs egg you on.

And though your stomach spits and churns
mind and body for this they yearn
the murals what the gods have drawn
The suicide cliffs egg you on.

With a slow gait you move to meet
lady Death in the waves beneath
"The hope they gave was all a con"
The suicide cliffs egg you on.

A slow last breath before your dive
and now for once you feel alive
you're flying now, it won't take long
The suicide cliffs sing their song.

Torn Apart

Another messy break-up,

Another broken heart.

Another little photograph,

Ripped up and torn apart.

Another night of tears,

One less fish in the sea.

Another "One more try,

I'll find the one for me."

Another name on the list.

So many now, you can't count.

Another little fling.

Another "I want out."

Another "I love you, baby."

How many were before?

Another "I changed my mind,"

Now you're walking out the door.

Another first date, first kiss.

Another piece of your heart.

Then just like that, they're gone,

And you're left there, torn apart.

Another messy break-up,
Another broken heart.

Another little photograph,

Ripped up and torn apart.

Afterlife

I'm living my life in a daze
ready for it to be over,
ready for it to be the day.
My family wonders why I'm not frightened,
they wonder why I'm not scared.
"Because this is how it works," I tell them,
"you breathe, you stop, you die, you're gone."

Piece of Art

I was made on an easel
that used to be blank
I was created by
the finest paints
I was raised in a frame
on the gallery walls
I was let free
by the ones who didn't like me
I am not perfect
I am just a piece of art

Damaged

Some people say you're damaged,
Broken, not all there.
Like bits and chips of shattered china,
But I can't say I care.

You might say I'm damaged,
Lost, and off the beaten path;
I feel that I am missing something,
And can never get it back.

But see our hands together!
Entwined and formed as one.
We're two silhouetted lovebirds,
Left to crash into the sun.

And we'll crash together,
If that means being free.
Sparks and flares and lightning bolts,
Together, you and me.

They say that we're both damaged,
Too shattered for each respective role,
So let's bring what's left of us together,
To make each other whole.

Art of Pretend

Every other day she falls,
Deeper into the pit.
No matter how hard she tries,
She can't get out of it.

The days when she's not falling,
She's trying to climb back.
But the strength it takes to reach the top,
Is something that she lacks.

She tries to find her strength,
In the god she knows and loves.
But with every other day, she finds,
Further down, she's shoved.

She knows things will be better,
Than they are right now, someday.
But it's hard to see where she is going,
Through all the tears and pain.

Are you happy now?
You've pushed me down again.
Are you satisfied,
With all the pain I'm in?

No, 'cause you can't see it,
I've mastered the art of pretend.
I've put a wall around myself,
And no one's allowed in.

I Build Walls

I build walls
walls that protect
walls that shield
walls that say I shall not yield
or reveal
who I am or how I feel

I build walls
walls that laugh, or smile, or look away
silent lies
walls that may have blocked my eyes
from the tears I might have cried

I build walls
walls that never let me truly touch
those I love so very much
walls that need to fall
walls meant to be fortresses
are prisons after all