The River

Some say I’m a rebel

But I see a pebble

In a river struggling

Against the current, still struggling

Immense rocks push against me

They tell me how to be me

They tell me I’ll never get any larger

That I’m nobody but they’ll get smaller

As the current washes

Against them so my question is

Why do they let this happen to them?

Why do they let the sand wash against them?

Why not be different and say no?

No to harsh treatment for it is my foe

That I fight against but never win

For it’s a sad life in

This hard life I call my own

It’s all I’ve ever known

As a rebel

Or a pebble

Holding its own in the stream of life

Or in the river of modern life

Rage

Onward I fight
To free my lady MacLean
She was captured
Stolen from me
My rage
Overcomes my sight
Turning the sky
Bloodshot red
Turning every drop of rain
Into a drop of blood
Turning the shadows
Into death
Turning every puddle
Into a pool of blood
Turning the enemy
Into a decapitated corpse
Leaving a trail of blood
In my wake
As I march my armies
Across Scotland
In the year 1509
To where she’s held captive
To the dungeon
Where she’s held prisoner

my mind

my mind is numb
slowly turning into nothing
spiraling into blackness
everything i see
is in shades of blue
blending with my mood

my world
monochromatic
hues of the color
i can't escape this feeling
this feeling of hopelessness
of loneliness and desolation

I Can't

I can't
those two words
keep echoing in my head
i wonder what she said after those two words
they torment me
those two words
i can't
her reason as to why we can't date
cut they still give me hope
cause they say she's thought about it
they could turn into two different words
i can

Misery

The blues return

Like some kind of stalker

Always showing up to remind me

There is no escape

They’ve got a choke hold on me

I keep getting swallowed in misery

It’s my best friend

He won’t leave me be

But now, misery, is all I have

Every day

It feels like the same

Always catching me unaware

Monster

I’m walking down this street

People run and hide

As if they see some kind of monster in me

I see them scatter into their groups

Pointing and quietly whispering about me

Spreading their vile rumors about me

As if I’m some kind of monster

They avoid me like the plague

I guess if they come close to me

Something bad might happen

And they could get sick

As if I’m some kind of disease

I keep walking down that street

Not paying any attention to them

As I'm Sitting

As i'm sitting in this chair

thinking about what i'm going to do

i can't shake away the feeling

this feeling of loneliness

the sadness of that hole in my heart

all that emptiness and pain

it won't go away

like an ominous shadow

it just follows me arond

sucking all the joy and life out of me

like a vampire sucks blood out of its victim