Oh, the rain
Nurturing and plentiful
Necessary for life
As it drops down our hands
Oh, the rain
I wonder if one day
Our rain-soaked hands
Will be filled with holes
As you pierce right through us
A cry soon hushed
Since the deal was
Acid for gold

People crumble
The rest shall follow
I would save them all
But the pain is hard to swallow

Teeth like knives
Eyes blood red
Hands adorned with claws
Feet fast to hunt
A beast, a monster
Self-made moniker
Looking in glass reflections
Was it always like this...?
Am I the victim or just another monster?

Awake and dreaming
Dreaming while awake
Awake while dreaming
But reality keeps me dreaming
Of a better place where we have meaning
Now all that remains are illusions
Justifying ourselves
By removing feeling
While the successful look down
To feel something
So cruel and smug
To fill years of disharmony

Skyline's colors
Constantly changing
Blue and grey
Orange and red
Yet it is still the same
But I wonder if when
Things fall down
The sky is weeping
Or just maybe
It is sharing something
To help somebody

Paths aplenty
That barely intertwines
Tell me
Why do we restrict ourselves?
Tell me
Why must we be one thing?
Why must our paths never cross?
Life, love, work, play
Separate lanes on the same road
But when I look around
Everyone seems fine
But how do they feel deep inside?
Happy memories soaked with familiarity
Modern diversion and division
Forged by hate and cruel indifference
It hurts to walk away
But I will never feel left behind

Disconnected
Deep in contemplation
Today turns to tomorrow
Connected by a string
Waiting to be broken
By hate
My apathy becomes a weapon
Plunged into my back
My own hands are stained
With flesh and bone
Digging deeper into the core
Of despair
Filled up with clutter
Until there's nothing left
I would listen to my heart
If it beats loud enough
To wake me from my stupor