Engulf,

Forgive me if I never open up again.

I have trusted too many times,

And the results are always the same:

I end up burned.

No longer will I trust you,

No longer will I look out for you,

You are on your own,

And I am on a warpath.

The misery and dread has been engulfed,

And all I see is red.

I may be shattered, but the remaining pieces are sharp,

And I will slice whatever stands in my way.

The Places You'll Go,

Sometimes the adventure isn't the places you'll go.

Sometimes the destination isn't a place at all,

But how you end up home.

But home will not be how you remembered it when you were a child.

Home is smaller, smells strange and everything seems slightly out of place.

But you'll know it's home by the loving embrace you recieve when you walk through the door

and it will be like you never left.

Home is a warm beverage on a cold day,

And starring into those eyes that you love

and that you've missed.

So soak in the scenery, make friends with the people and plant flowers.

Be cold and alone, with only the blankets to keep you company.

Laugh in a crowded room and spill drinks on your favorite sweater.

And remember home is always waiting for you.

I Wrote about You,

I Wrote about You.

Two things that make me happy.

But you said you didn't like words,

 And how they flow, and dance.

 

Well I don't like the way the darkness flows

And dances through my mind,

Because I can't be alone.

I've always thought everything changed after dark.

Even the most familiar places become someplace else.

But there is only one place inside my head.

It is always dark,

and I am always alone.

I still wish to be with you,

If only you could understand,

That words keep away the dark,

as much as you do.

 

A Light In The Dark,

The truth is;

 What I’ve been too afraid to say,

 Is my favorite thing about you.

You see,

 You have this smile,

 Unlike any I’ve ever seen before,

And it’s the most contagious thing.

And I just want to be there,

To make you smile whenever I can,

 Because you deserve it,

 And so does everybody else.

There is a Voice,

There is a voice that breaks the silence.

Whispering through the void and it is always calling.

The voice is the end of all things,

And it is getting closer.

I used to hear it in the dark,

At 4am,

And when nobody was ever looking.

But it is getting louder,

It interrupts my thoughts

And drowns them out.

I hear it in the voice of others,

A warning.

I do not know when,

But I will do as it tells me.