A seed without water
a creek without rain
the emerald of your eyes
brings nothing but pain
I seek without finding
a creed without devotion
not even God can stop
what you've set in motion

faithless and empty,
while lacking no cruelty
quiet and dead
while stuck in my head
rhythm and rhyme,
while disregarding the time
chords and melodies
while desperate for levity

a dye without color
a vein without blood
I painted a canvas
as we lay in the mud

I used to have a very good friend
But one day he decides to press send
To a text most frightful
Which caused me to spiral
All good things come to an end.

I don't feel like I can identify
when all my feelings go awry

I don't feel like I can conform
when nothing else feels warm

I don't feel that I'm safe
when I'm confronted with my face

I feel this, from the bottom of my soul
So I say ***** your gender roles

A mess of colors spill

On this blank canvas

A multitude of pages unfilled

A horde of ideas dead

I put the mess into a frame

Hoping to gain a new perspective

All I really found was pain

And incomprehensible emotions

A quiet stream
a flurried hush
Without a scream
as you lie dying

I need to try
to dress the wound
need not ask why
the wound is there

these self inflicted memories
are nothing but whispers
of past unfulfilled fantasies
how did they become weapons

We're all passed out on the floor
another lonely night
need not ask what came before
we all decided to die

I don't pretend to know
what it's like to use that knife
I tried once, and thought I could grow
But I threw it into the water

A quiet stream
a deadly blood rush
I cry and try to gleam
your true intentions

I saw you walking on the street
In a plain gray shirt that seemed unique
And seeing you made my heart beat
Tapping out a rhythm only you can play

Wait a minute, hold the phone
this is a boy that has made me prone
under his dazzling smile my heart is shown
Jesus Christ, I think I'm gay

A whisper in the wind
that's what you say to me
always in the back of my mind
always in the pit of my stomach

You wear a sick grin
one only I can see
you always feel the need to shine
whenever i'm in public

Wherever I go, you're under my skin
and I am never free
you always want to cross the line
and just make me your puppet