Rid The Night

Rid the night of poison

Rid it with a smile

The colors run deep

The colors run vile

When she cried for the sun

The words floated away

Riding on wings of dreams

They were never meant to stay

All the words she couldn't say

Fell to her feet

Buried in the ground

Sprouted flowers

In another season

Does there have to be

A reason?

There Is Always More

When you think that it has ended

When you're completely sure

When you smoke the cigarette of victory

Remember, there is always more

There is no pride in pain

It hurts the brave and cowards alike

Pain is not an emotion

It's a force from outside

While we all build defenses

While we strengthen our walls

The rot clings to foundations

Eats the floors of our halls

There is more where this comes from

It's not where, it's just when

When black things climb from the darkness

To eat the hearts of brave men

And cowards too

Distill

Distill all the noise
Into a single voice
Breathe some life into it
And set it free
Let this sound travel far
Add it to the universal chaos
Stop trying to find
Meaning in everything
These things
These beings
They just exist, to exist
Evolution is cruel
It spares no one
There isn't too much fun
Being victim of natural selection
Why strive?
Why bother?
Why to do anything at all
Just drift
Like a dead fish in a dead river

The Grudge

I chew the slivers of broken dreams

Till my teeth scrape and my gums bleed

Still I chew it hard into a mush

Still I smile as I swallow that slush

It never gets better with time

Each mouthful bitter than last

But the dog in me is relentless

It keeps chewing like a bastard

The times when it's tough to swallow

When the insides have become hollow

Only a void where something used to be

Beaten free from the desire to be free

This morning I took another mouthful of dreams

To chew all day as I sit in this chair

High on the fumes that make my eyes tear

I am not even here. 

Not even here

The Joy Is Gone

There is an empty feeling

Where something used to be

The joy is gone

There is only void

How does it feel

To feel nothing at all

Not even dread 

That one day I'll be dead

Acceptance comes at a price

The price that is too much

I've paid it in dimes

I've paid for my crimes

Even the simple sins

Acts of laziness

Acts of bitterness

Anger and indifference

Though these faults made me human

I've paid for them all

Now I suffer alone

For all joy is gone

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the struggle