end of the story

the hardest part to write
is the end of the story
the beginning and the end
they have no glory

everybody wants to know
the end of the story
without ever knowing
what came before it

the hardest place to get
is the end of the story
no one has the patience
the middle they find to boring

its all the things
from beginning to end
if i knew now
what i knew then
its all the things
from beginning to end
that i want from you
like i did then

the hardest part to write
is the end of the story
but i never want it to end
because i adore thy

collapsing

I'm still
Collapsing
Under
This weight

Never
Relaxing
That's
The state

Constantly
Troubled
Yet dreaming
Of great

I wish
I'd awaken
From this
Broken state

Constantly
Awoken
Heart
Still broken
Hope in
It turns
Out great

mistaken

Mistaken
Shaking
My heart
Breaking

My cuts
Bleeding
Never
Believing

Mind
Exploding
from
never knowing

i am a feather

i'm a feather
still shaken
still desperately
awaken

i'm a feather
still floating
painful heart
never knowing

i'm a feather
once loose
still dying
from the truth

i'm a feather
just falling
crying heart
needing your calling

Time

Sometimes you want more
right now maybe i want less
sometimes you open a door
sometimes you can't deal with the mess

time maybe on your side
but then again it might be your enemy
time only stands still when you die
and now time is the death of me

time keeps my moments
dying constantly inside
time heals all wounds?
maybe that is just a lie

when seconds feel like hours
and pain is impossible to deny
time wilts my soul like flowers
and waves to me good

oh, for tragedy

tragedy comes in many ways
a forgotten heart
a dismissed gaze

tragedy comes to many sizes
a simple mind
unopened prizes

its a tragedy when
we learn our lessons
only after
torn transgressions

its tragedy when
our hearts are broken
and only then
are words spoken

tragedy comes in many waves
shattered hearts
lasting a million days

Muse

something close seems so far away
sometimes most of us drift far away

and just when you look them in the face
it seems as if you are out of place

sometimes pain makes you feel alive
and sometimes happiness makes you cry

And just when hope falls in disgrace
thats when love has to take its place

InDeath

when the band begins to play
what will all the people say?

when the grass grows thick and deep
under which I soundly sleep

When the funeral bells disappear
when will the people once again cheer?

will anyone miss me when i'm gone?
will the world just continue on?
i'm hoping that i'm wrong
and that the world will miss me when i'm gone

home wrecked and destroyed
bits of bricks left to be deployed

straw and clay to make it all new
even though everything fell through

And as they try to build it again
the walls collapse from inner pain

will anyone miss me when i'm gone?
will the world just continue on?
i'm hoping that i'm wrong
and that the world will miss me when i'm gone

Broken

its all innocent until its broken
its all relative until its stolen
its always pumping without knowing
its always forgotten until it stops growing

its always worn on your sleeve
its always there when you breath
it always stops when you don't believe
and when its over is it pain or relief?

broken hearts are hard to mend
broken before they ever bend

Random Destruction

Although they were sad
they smiled as if none
smiled as if the pain had not begun

and though the tears were sad
they never let on
pretended to be strong

all the world's weight upon
their shoulders
trying to keep them down
with their boulders
and all the world's weight
just kept them down
but they never showed their pain
suffered without a sound

they cried because they were sad
and smiled cause it was done
the minutes now begun

they know they'd always be sad
from it they had to run
tears dried up by the sun