Chained to all my past mistakes
I drag around my pain
The cries from my wicked past
Has become my ball and chain

I dare not beg for mercy
For mercy I gave none
There isn't enough forgiveness
For the terrible things I've done

My conscience that condemns me
Fills me with regret
Reminding me of the pain I've caused
Making sure I never forget

My memories make me weaker
A man who once was strong
The loneliness is what I hate the most
Punishment for all my wrong

I've burned the bridges that life has built
So here I must remain
Chained to all my past mistakes
Dragging this ball and chain

This color is yet to get a name
Though most have seen its hues
For some this color is not yet known
For they've yet to pay their dues

There are no words to help describe
This color we carry inside
It's never seen the light of day
In darkness, it chooses to hide

Though many have tried to define it
None can comprehend
You need the light to see the colors
But the light cannot decend

Empty spaces and hollow dreams
Encompass its outer core
Shadows of what used to be
Block the only door

This color though it has no words
Will tear your world apart
A color that has no name at all
Is the color of a broken heart

She always loved the purple rose
The hardest rose to find
I said they were always just like her
Truly one of a kind

Every year when her birthday came
I gave her a purple rose
But when she died I couldn't find
The flower she always chose

I looked the earth both high and low
But the rose was no where in sight
They said the flower had disappeared
Stricken with some kind of blight

The first time I went to visit her grave
With flowers in my hand
I saw a sight that I'll never forget
Something I don't understand

Her grave was covered with roses
Growing right out of the ground
The only place on the face of the earth
Where purple roses are found

She always loved the purple rose
The hardest rose to find
I said they were always just like her
Truly one of a kind

I scream but no one listens
I cry but no one cares
I crave anything normal
Friendship? no one dares

The air I breathe is poison
I try to hold my breath
I know only one emotion
But hate won't bring me death

Everything I touch will break
I've seen it in the past
Even my shadow ran away
It's loneliness that I cast

I've given all I have to give
A breath away from falling
Death won't even look my way
I suffer while he is stalling

Tomorrow is just an illusion
Another reason to die
I wake up every morning
Just to live another lie

I think I'm leaking inspiration
It's running off of my page
Or maybe I'm just forgetful
And I'm only starting to age

Maybe the doctor can help me
Get back to feeling young
Give me a shot in one of my arms
Or a pill to put under my tongue

Words don't seem to fall in place
They keep dripping onto the floor
I've got buckets sitting everywhere
I just can't write anymore

Whenever I write, I fall asleep
I guess it's because I'm bored
Waking up, scared half to death
Only because I snored

The doctor has to help me
There has to be something to use
I'll get him to give me a prescription
Maybe a bottle of muse

Silence calms the evening breeze
The flowers all standing tall
The mountains tower above the trees
Making them all look small

A mountain lake reflects the sky
The clouds all wiped away
A place where time itself must sigh
For it's such a beautiful day

Untouched by man, it's plain to see
Corruption no where in sight
The way the land was meant to be
Surrounded by the light

Places like this are a special kind
It's beauty can be seen for miles
No wonder it's so impossible to find
For this is the place God smiles

I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair
Sadness wrapped in tears and ink
And stories of despair

Poets are truly a special breed
They write the things they hide
Showing strangers they've never met
The pain that lives inside

Hiding their souls from those they love
Choosing paper to be their friend
Telling their secrets to a special kind
In places their hearts can mend

Hoping that someone can understand
The meaning of their grief
Where an unseen friend will extend a hand
And offer a little relief

Poets are truly a special breed
Through words that's never spoken
Though some are sure of who they are
Most are simply broken