As I peer into my failure
All I find is grief
My hopes and dreams all mired down
Swallowing my relief

An echo slowly follows me
Reminding me of my past
I can't escape my past mistakes
Nor the shadows that I've cast

I dare not beg for mercy
For mercy I gave none
I've traded my forgiveness
For things that I called fun

A trader to my future
My blessings done long spent
My conscience has forsaken me
I know not where it went

The world keeps right on spinning
Filled with endless pain
When I'm gone this place will be
Minus one more stain

Thoughts trapped in ink, scar the paper's white form
As the poet gives way to her quill
Letters falling down, not making a sound
As they bend and bow to her will

She watches the words that's now taking shape
As the ink starts to flow from her veins
Her paper of white, hold the letters so tight
Making sure that its captive remains

Thoughts trapped in ink, now a whisper of life
Born from the lost poet's soul
Her words come alive as they blossom and thrive
Refusing to relinquish control

She relies on her muse as it shouts out commands
Telling her quill what to write
Her poem is finished, when her pain has diminished
As she writes 'til late in the night

Thoughts trapped in ink, are silent, yet loud
The only way thoughts can be heard
All has been said, when her poem is read
Her thoughts, becoming a word

An infection grows inside my soul
That love can never heal
A malignant growth of broken trust
Now keeps my heartbeat still

A fatal hand has made my bed
Where I'm supposed to sleep
I've tried my best to change my fate
But I'm buried way too deep

Deprived of truth, I'm filled with lies
It's running through my veins
Broken promises clog my heart
Where infection still remains

I'm holding on with all I've got
But I die a little each day
You keep asking for forgiveness
As you turn and walk away

An infection grows inside my soul
I've lost the will to fight
I try to tell you how I feel
But you're gone again tonight

I dreamed last night you cheated
You didn't even try to lie
When I said, "I felt defeated"
You wouldn't even ask me why

I dreamed I said, "I Love you"
You just turned and walked away
I said, "Tell me what I need to do"
You had nothing else to say

I dreamed you packed up everything
And headed toward the door
You offered me your wedding ring
Then tossed in on the floor

I dreamed I begged you not to go
But you never heard my plea
I said, "What'd I do?, please let me know"
You said you're done with me

A dream can drag you in too deep
There's no help when you fall
But that's the night I couldn't sleep
It wasn't a dream at all

Goodbye is a different language
Spoken with regret
Often used, sometimes abused
A word we'll never forget

It's known to **** a thousand dreams
Dreams that wither and die
A permanent scar that goes too far
And leaves us asking why

Goodbye is such an un-natural word
That's filled with fear and dread
It leaves a heart that's ripped apart
Because of the way it's said

It's always the meaning of distance
When one person walks away
The maker of tears that can last for years
As we die a little each day

Goodbye is a different language
Whether a lover or a friend
It's never kind if it's you that find
You're on the receiving end

There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance

Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near

For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd

They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance

They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell

Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairie's voices are frozen
'Til next time the fairies sing

A darkened veil of endless pain
Cover the eyes of my heart
Like a poet imprisoned without his quill
Or an artist, without his art

Complacent in all of my choices
But reprobate to a fault
Torn asunder from the rest of the world
Scarred by endless assault

An open wound with infectious bile
A ***** that will not heal
Confused and alone, I've lost my way
Broken, I cannot feel

Like a puppet on a lonely stage
My strings are in your hands
Cursed to follow and never to lead
Just following your commands

A crooked shadow, never quite right
A place to wipe your feet
Bent in the line my heart has drawn
Never to feel complete