The clock will change
Things will rot
Things will grow
Things will change
We will change
Whether passive or not
is up to you

Crooked eyes
Flesh and bones
Heavier than some
Lighter than others
Fast and slow
I am everything and yet nothing
I am the light and the dark
I am soundless screaming
I am something
though as too what that something is
I know nothing

Their words are the wind
Harsh tones that only make the grass flow more beautiful

Surprise Attack
you read the note
the rope hangs with a lifeless anchor

Panic Attack
you're all alone
breathless wheezing
empty words

Heart Attack
numbness takes over
heart overloads
piercing pain
silence

If I said 'I love you'
and tried to change my fate
I know you wouldn't smile
or even mutter a phrase
for those are not the words you wish
to hear from someone who helped you
say 'I love you'
to the girl across the room

The strings around my neck begin to tighten
as each strand carries its own song of hate and worry
about things that I'll never be able to do

The noose made by my own self pity grows tighter
and the forced lies escape my empty lungs
I created this noose with my own mistakes

The problems I face are not loneliness or lack of respect for oneself
but I lack respect for the world
It seems meaning less to care for the pictures that break into my mind

Family and friends have turned into actors
and my life is the stage
For the meaningless play forgotten in a century

My grim way of thinking has caused me to be hung
by my own meaningless lines from an empty script
as I forget to breathe