We're ThereAnd so, at last, we've reached the inevitable end,the destination we've been chasing all along.A bittersweet resolution to everything we've doneand now, I guess, it's time to say so long.
The Myth of IndependenceYou say "hell is other people.",but where do you think you'd beif everyone around youshared your misanthropic view?Without cooperation,in a world of apathy,what exactly is itthat you think that you could do?
Brain WaveFor so long I was stuck,but then inspiration struck.I found the right idea, at lastand now I'm on my way.
So That HappenedJust when I thought that itwas over, said and done,something told me thatit's only just begun.So I took another shotand tried with all my might,I only hope that it'senough to make things right.
Misanthropic Abandon“Hell is other people”,a wise man once did sayand from where I'm standing,they can all just go away.No one is an island,but I'm damn sure going to try.They only people I want to knoware me, myself and I.
MediocrityIn the mushy middleright between loved and despised.With no distinguishing features,but potential unrealized.It leaves no lasting impression,just emphatic apathyso all that's left to sayis that there's nothing here to see.
I'm FreeBreaking out of oldstructuresand their inherentrestrictionsuntil all that's leftis pureexpression.Completelyunfettered,and finallyset freeto embrace theopportunityto say exactlywhat's onmy mind.
Don't StopI've got to keep on moving,there's no time to take a break.If I let up now,it just might be my last mistake.I need to take a breath,but just can't afford to slow.I've made too little progressand I've got too far to go.
One DayThe inevitable inches closer,slowly stalking me.Shadowing my every stepand I know that eventuallyit's going to catch up with me.I can not get awayso all that's left to do is live,while I still can, today.
The Tell Tale HeartI feel the rhythm of his heart,beneath the boards the beating starts;as reason from my mind departs,I fall apart, I fall apart.The men who knocked upon my door,not knowing what's beneath my floorwill want to settle up the score -I do implore, I do imploreThis guilt breaks conscience with my lie -my wracking sobs and wretched sighs.I never meant for him to die.It was his eye, it was his eye!
MoonlessThe moonless eveningturns its back against the skyand leaves it empty.Perhaps the morningwill come back with its hands full,holding up the sun.
Abeo SolusFlitting heartbeat, sparrow high,twisting round the mountain's eye,tracing breath of shattered skiesand filling velvet palms.Falling sparrow, cry of stone,wings of mist and powder bonesipping, slipping from thy thronewithin their crimson throng.Treading now, beneath the cloudsAs what was once so heaven boundnow falling, falling, to the groundAnd singing silent songs.Fly no more, above the arcssinging side thy fellow Larkscurl beneath their shadows darkand sing your silent songs.Your flitting heartbeat, Sparrow high,now sings of silent songs.
Insane?What makes you thinkI am less sane then you?Because I'm depressed,does that make me mentally unstable too?So I'm suicidaljust because I cut?I have one outburstand you mark me down as a nut.Just because I hear voices,means I'm losing my head,Because I hate myself,Does that make you think I wish I were dead?Don't call me broken,Don't call me weak,I'm not insane,just unique
RainRings and rivulets of waterRolling down the panes and roofRunning wildly through the guttersResting underneath the porchRaking wet across the shuttersRemaining still for far too longRestless children yearn to play
DaffodilsI wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils.A solitary path I claimedIn seeking shelter from the crowd;And lo, when all deserted me,I wandered lonely as a cloudI sought the green and grassy knollsBetween the rustic barns and mills,And spied the new winged, dappled larkThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,The silent majesty of thoughtsWas broken as I dreamed aloud.I was wrested from my reverieWhen all at once I saw a crowdThis treasure grows and rests uponthe fertile soil where river spillsI'll rest my weary bones withinA host of golden daffodils.
DigitariaA survivor of a warthat will never be wonmakes its way through the cracksbent on finding the sun.The tenacious invader,working away.Doing all that it canjust to live one more day.