Fire,
Turns witches into meat
And spends nights with marshmallows.

Earth,
Riddled with growth.

Air and Water win.
Stick prizes on these shiftless things,
The see-through drowners that score absolute zero.

He had a tearjerking smile
A temper,
A medal,
An offering of soap
And a knack for loyalty.
In letters
He called me
Old Sport.

And she
Was a film star
Who could paint.

I dreamt of you last night
Images of you and I danced beneath my eyelids
We were  happy
I was happy
You still loved me
Oh, what a thought

I should have known it wasn't real
I just wanted to believe it was
People believe it's been months since I've seen you
But the truth is
I see you every night
In the dreams you are still mine
I never want to wake up
Oh, how I miss you

I can see my own demise,
Like a mystic's mind's eye through a crystal ball.
Ever blackening,
As the ashy winds of dread
Rock our bones like withered trees.
A soul like dry thistles
By obliviously bare feet
And it was crushed to dust
Like the very soil it came from.

Hope? Hope is for the weak,
Hope is for the blind.
Those with clear eyes
Can see this fog will not lift.
We will all have our eyesight fail,
There will be no end to the ashen mists.
Hope is child's play.
We live, we die.
But in the meantime we suffer,
We lose our spirit and we lose our breath,
And when, inevitably, the time comes,
We will lose the will for our hearts to pump.
We will wish that each breath is our last.
And we will wish we'd
Never hoped for anything better.

Sometimes it's hard to grasp what's real
To tell the difference between lush grass and steel
I'm dying to see to taste and to feel
Anything that can seem just a little bit real
Some thing or anything
Of some sort of relevance
Something or anything 
Please make yourself prevalent 
Present the placent evidence 
Something that takes presidence 
And gives me meaning and acceptance
Rid me of this affliction of indecision
Go in my brain make a well placed incision 
Give me the lyrical precision 
To shape reality out of my visions

We live In an era,
Where our peers are our oppressors
And your judged as a person
By the contents of your dresser
We need to make a change now
Let's see if we can make it better
Walking through a school hall getting spat on
Cause you don't have the right jeans or ******* shirt on
These superficial glamor nazis don't know me
Looking down from there towers living on golden streets
Kids cry at night when they lay between the sheets
All they can think is "why? You don't even know me
All these kids obsessed with jays and they thread count
Looking at the outside and not what I'm about
It's sickening, they got a fashion addiction.
Living off of daddies money and mommies perscriptions
Yet they don't look in the mirror and see the cynical villain
That they turned out to be
Can't see the hypocrisy
And I'm honestly fed up
I grew up on cheap clothes but the best love
Maybe it's love those kids need a little more of