a bird bound to a cage
watching all my friends fly far, f
I cannot grieve my circumstance
for I am to busy trying to find th
the key to the door that binds me

dare to take the trip unto hell
where hammers fall like ringing be
or content in your low and miserab
never to escape or slighten your p
dare to rise, an angel born

patient is the broken heart
like a snake underfoot
it lurks in waiting, out of sight
waiting for a moment to strike.
calm is the naïve mind

chills run through my body as I si
I sense that I am THIS close to
I remember the day you convinced m
I jumped from the heights and when
I remember the day you told me I

land of the free?
ha! more like land of the dead!
where the broken stand on two feet
and march to the rhythm of a sound
instead of a heartbeat.

madness
I breath as the evening grieves on
madness it seems is by definition
a development as common as flight
with a beat of my wings my mind so

mea culpa
my fault darling, that I cannot gi
mea culpa
my fault, that I cannot sit beside
mea culpa

in 1999 a baby was born
a sick mother, a disloyal father,
in 2000, she took her first steps,
she sighed for she could feel the
like invisible water choking the r

oh dear sweet mortality
does my pain taste of honey when i
or is my suffering simply pleasing
is it pleasurable to test the fact
struggling upon embers

I’ve come undone
been rendered obsolete
sitting in my broken sanity
I try to pick up the pieces
I’ve come undone

Moments turn into days as they pas
months turn into years since I’ve
seconds tick by on a five-minute-f
forever feeling like there is some
An empty space deep within my hear

brilliantly luminescent she sits u
demanding in his splendor he rises
defiantly she clings to that last
where the birds don’t sing yet the
when the day breaks the ground sha

one of the things you still pray a
the strength to get up every morni
you ask yourself, where did your m
did it go on an evening stroll and
did it decide to go write a poem w

misuse and abuse
dont fail to choose a path for you
you fall down and you cant get bac
you beg for numbness to take you a
and yet you wish you had the darin

I took sanity for granted
and now look at me
I am trapped behind the locked doo
called DEPRESSION
with no key

writing is my water, books are my
music is my sleep and singing is m
dream dreams of magnificent things
of crazy hatters and magic beans
sing a song never sung

empty streets filled with deceit
land of the free? what do you mean
land of dreams where hopes come tr
I don’t see anywhere like that...
do you?

your betrayal is one that will go
Cesar and brutes
Jesus and judus
forevermore the bane of this world

terribly everything, and pleasantl
both fill my paranoid eyes
as I gaze into the never-ending de
the beautiful night skies
but lo! the sky it falls!

my world’s gone cold
since I pushed you away
but I know you’ve probably moved o
found someone better
prettier

the are so many little things that
so many people would tell me autom
but really how can you have post t
somewhere along the line I went wr
I did something to deserve every l

is there ever really a time that w
is there ever really a moment when
a rebellious teen flying high
needing to be knocked down a few p
is there ever really a moment when

I drag a blade across my skin
bleeding to feel something
ANYTHING
other than this emptiness
the pain is numbing-for about thre

I forever feel like I’m choking.
my life bound tight to the point o
trying to tune it, to make it soun
attempting to rehearse my carefull
as if avoiding looking into your e

Eyes wide open,
Yet completely blind;
Loosing track of this heart of min
Listening closely,
And yet my ears are deaf to sound;

so many people talk about broken h
the truth in my mind about depress
like strands of copper, deposits o
buried deep within the earth, a fl
many a habit I have seen of romant

that moment when you realize that
you hate yourself
and all hope abandons you
that moment when you finely open y
that its not the circumstances