When There's So Much Light, Why Do I Feel So Dark?

Scream scream scream because these aspirations are filling up my lungs and clogging my airways and my lungs are decaying from the lack of oxegyn and there is music, sweet beautiful string music filling my ears and taking me away to where I belong and the poetry that you heard me whisper in your ear is just beautiful poison for your mind and I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind if I swallow my pride and devour your soul because where else can I exist as an erotic anachronism of chivalry and honor?

Tell me sweet child, when did you grow up and become my lover?

How long have I known this was going to happen and prevented it by doing nothing? I scream, and claw at the coffin lid only to find its just my sheets and then I'm upright standing in the line for the self checkout and the bright red light is suddenly something I'm running from in my bright red car and it's red blue red blue red blue and those aren't Christmas colors except at the police station and then there are bars and orange and alcohol and tattoos and then I'm singing on the cliffside with my acoustic guitar and I'm as peaceful as can be despite the tears running down my face as the beautiful sunset faces me and warms my body and you're already gone and never coming back and then I lay my guitar down and walk away because there is nothing left for me here.

There isn't enough paper in this world for me to fill up.

I don't know who you are anymore and I don't like who you have become.

I don't know who I am anymore, and I don't like who I've become.

Concert tonight. And anger today. People are always so angry. I have a paper to write. I wish the world was more beautiful on an everyday basis.

Depression depression depression.

Manic Bipolar. Just another excuse.

Good bye beautiful eyes.