Eyes weary and blurred from the start
Trembling the tears of an open heart...
Words dance on the page
Fly unheeded from thy pen...
As a child I spent countless hours
cradling thoughts...
He's now a man no more a boy,
Eighteen summers, and one day old...
Half man half machine,
You'd think I was the one who invented silence...
Winds blow across the sands of times
Causing ripples in consciousness...
Waiting for my death
Not wanting to die...
Everyone thinks my life is perfect,
I live like everything is alright...
It's like a praise to the girl someone loves. He...
I've never really wished before;
Never thought it would come true...
Simple poppy by a tomb
Mourns a boy from mother's womb...
The one that got away
At the end of the day...