The eye is all seeing which sounds awful freeing but nothing can hide not even the fearful bride

the eyes have seen at all even the most boring wall it wishes for it to stop but the eyelids are unable to drop

so many cruel things to be shown but even after seeing it all, it’s so alone the cruel reality of us all not even the thought of you can stall

i would die if that’s what it took but my eyes catch every look i’ve seen it all and much more what else is there to live for

the eyes i can’t escape about the size of a mere grape Always always open never never shut even if i have to endure you being a slut

she decided when it was done she always was the first to run what she had was so great but i didn’t leave first-it was too late

she wanted to feel better and she always wanted to receive a meaningless letter a stupid volleyball setter

the thought she had of me wasn’t true but the lies she told after we’re all askew i would’ve done anything to feel something for her but all our time together became a blur

i can’t say i ever missed you not even your eyes, ever so blue the memories of longing reached for her under a cloudless sky why, oh why

If Michael has been there in that house he would’ve said something when the fire first started on my chest he wouldn’t have let me burn alone because he’s michael and he’s my friend and he’d never let anyone hurt me like that

If Michael had been there in Science class he would’ve said something that made you stop the fire you started on my thighs he wouldn’t have let me burn because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself

If Michael had been there when Dad died maybe i would’ve had a friend because the fire you started when you died was never put out but Michael made it better

If Michael had been there when i thought of the first time the fire began before i slept he would’ve soothed me through it because my friend Michael was always there to do it

if Michael had been there the night i held a blade for the first time he wouldn’t eased each small fire without hesitation because i could always rely on him

If Michael had been there the night the fire was ready to kill me he wouldn’t have just watched because Michael was my friend and i loved him

But Michael was never there.

In the marsh, they come and go Kids, adults, and wildlife too But they have nothing to show As the horizon turns blue

They promised me a life That of which was worth keeping With the loss of my beloved wife it made me want to keep seeking

Fog rolls in sometime soon as the day starts to pass it’s almost noon at last

The life they promised sounded so grand but before i knew it I was left alone in the sand

He fell into a great regret as i lost my life for i was one he could never forget

Destined to be lost in the fog and lost in the deep bound by this promise he never intended to keep

Death likes to whisper to me He beckons me to come closer The souls of the damned shout to me They tell me to join them

The souls tell me it’s better off that way Sometimes i think they’re true But i don’t give in

The souls aren’t just souls they tell stories too stories that make me shake stories that inject me with fear

the souls don’t care what they do to me they want me to suffer but at the end of the day whether they’re alive or not even the dead tell us stories

The birds outside my window sing songs The most beautiful ones to hear But they never decided to last long And soon we were brought back to fear

The songs drowned out the screams If there’s anywhere you will find me It is begging them to come for me in my dreams

As i grew older the birds kept singing Though it became hard to hear My ears never stopped ringing But the birds kept on breathing

A plague came over the earth and poisoned it for its worth The few who lived lived in fear but then they realized what they could hear

No matter the death no matter the pain no matter the struggle Still today, the song of the birds can still be heard outside my window And they soothed those who couldn’t sooth themselves.

He is the evil that sees what i see watching my life unfold whispering on my shoulder guiding my hand pulling my string leading me to what’s next

He watches my foolish mistakes and takes over he’s at his own volition and i become the watcher The chill he runs down my neck is like no other grasping my neck and holding up a knife whispering on my shoulder guiding my hand pulling up the string leading me to the end.

I see the battlefield infront of me half taken by ice half thriving in peace but the ice is spreading catching up to you like a disease

The plants fall out one by one decaying and growing towards me if i look away the faster it goes plaguing the land soiling the water drying the earth killing the life

it wanders for a bit until it find you again running increasing the temptation standing ground begs it to come forward there’s nothing you can do

the illness crawls up your legs first then your chest and arms until it consumes you and you become stuck in place for eternity.

No matter where i look No matter where i run No matter where i hide he follows me Searching for me And never stopping

I see him in the corner of my eye In the pew behind me at church lurking in my cupboard hiding in my closet but he’s just so far out of reach i can’t touch him

He whispers in my ears while i sleep and dangles over my shoulder when i can’t decide and lingers in my thoughts when i weep

But he’s never really solid he’s kind of transparent like a ghost that nobody else can see

he follows me everywhere i go even if i don’t want him to i don’t really like him but he won’t leave

The lover: One day i saw this girl hidden inside my phone She was beautiful but i think that’s a given.

She could mesmerize even those who hated her and i was one of them. She had this grace none could match and i wish i could’ve amounted to her

Soon, i was caught by her gaze and i wanted her more than anything

Day and night i’d wait for her message which put a smile on my face

i told her about all these feelings and she smiled she said she felt the same

not but a week or two later i see her off with another girl a blonde acting like i never existed

but i continued to love her until the day i died because loving her made me feel like something nothing else could and it was the best thing that could’ve happened to me

The loveless: Seeing the couples walk down the halls sparks something inside of me a hatred not a jealousy but a pure annoyance

while i’ve never experienced it i don’t think i’d want it needed someone else to breathe isn’t logical and i don’t need it

i won’t die without it so why does it matter? i think it’s repulsive

why do people do anything? love. it’s kind of stupid to me and i hope i never find it.