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I'm surrounded by darkness blacker than the midnight sky. Now they've all said good bye. So I'm in the dark and I am alone. I am alone. I am alone. I call out for help, I scream, I plead, And I yelp.
I can heard the noise of laughter, Come from the darkness that surrounds. What am I to do here. It's source can't be found. It's from outside this room, Further than the darkness still.
...I could almost hear the spider breathing now, it was so close. I tried to think of happy joyful times so that at least I wouldn't die in distress but none came.
...A sudden jolt brought me back to my senses. I turned to look, the spider was only three feet away now, its pointed fangs clacking together as they had when it first found me.
I was part of a line once. Deliberate, straight, and happy. Fluorescent orange on dark grey. Stretching forever. But no more. Alas, I am now alone. There is no longer any line. There is only me....
Help me, Someone please, Before I disappear, I'm trapped here. I can't get out, Without a doubt, This is where I die, Please tell me why.
I realized today that I never actually get bored. I was amazed by the fact 'cause when thought of it it had nothing, was just boring.
My lonely heart cries out but no one seems to hear. I fear my life's pain and sorrow has become to much to bare. Why should I pick up these pieces of my life that have never fitted together.
I read about a man and his tower how he'd built it tall and strong to last for all time. It made me think about my own tower. I call my life. how iv built it tall and strong.
Poor girl behind the glass Reflections of her own past Tears falling down porcelain cheeks As she's left plastic to feel weak Who would have thought this her task.
The feeling of hurt is overwhelming Like a knife through the heart Why don't you see me. Why don't you care.
Waves tore heartlessly at the little white light house, scratching away it's damp paint work and wrecking the potted flowers placed elegantly on the doorstep.
Up high in the sky I soar like an eagle. Up above the clouds without a care in the world. Here I am free my own kind of person. With no one to point out what I've done wrong.
I came back from where I've been knowing I must face this alone, with no one beside me and all the terrors upon me.
If I were to draw a picture of me. I am standing still. All alone in the middle of an ocean that has no beginning and no end. My back is turned towards me.
Him. The lanes twisted and turned for miles, there were only two houses, mine and his. His curtains were closed, mine were open. His garden was tall and crowded, mine was neat and cut.
He sat in the back row of the buzzing classroom, in the far corner, watching. No one noticed him. No one noticed his eyes shift from person to person, taking in every little detail.
I can't stand it here much longer. This fifteen mile square cell, Of buildings, fields and people... I can't stand it, can you tell. But I can't just get up and leave.
Little faith and disappointment joins the bacteria, viruses, and deadly microbes in the air. It makes for an infectious concoction, that kills what what little hopes I have.
This is my second song, it's completely original:) Can you save me. Can you save me from the nothing I've become, come and find me, I need you here.
A milky haze swallows me. As the mist rolls across the field. I raise my arms, as if to embrace. And to the clouds I yield. The air is cool and bitter. It carries the smell of sea.
Maybe never, will they know the pain. Maybe never, will they feel the same.
An ancient withered crone Sat upon her haggard throne: A rocking chair of wood, Creaking where it stood. Her withered hands were old, Not the graceful age that's told.
I can't remember what I am here for. I don't know where to belong anymore. I can't find the door. I am caged in a world don't know if I am getting out. I can't scream out loud. I am alone in this.