noIamnotSpongeBob

Remember the time when you were dead? You woke up in a coffin instead of a bed. Fate has decided fate must be true, But come on and tell me why must it be you? I see you behind the mirrored glass, Straight jacket muzzle mask,. Kicking and screaming tied to a chair. Come on and tell me, this just isn't fair. Its time to go and leave this place, Lay to rest, and forget that face. Now its over you can breathe, We know your safe, and I can leave.

There is this feeling I cannot shake Something follows me slithering like a snake I fear there is something that is creepy Hiding under my bed when I feel sleepy I hear the howling of vicious hounds The beasts malicious and escaping from pounds I hear maniacal laugh of a clown I see the undead crawl and frown There are things stalking me in the dark Children have been abducted by creatures hiding in the park There are things unknown hiding just out of sight These are the thoughts that fill me with fright

There's a stillness to missing you that creeps up, a stalking phantom, in silent moments.  Breathless and whispering, the night is your shadow--alive, it scoops the secrets lining my ribs with clawed hands.  You told me, once, that watching me flit around the room was the best part of your day. I put googly eyes on all my pictures of you; maybe tomorrow, I'll find the strength to admit you're gone.  Lost.  Never coming home.  For now, I talk to these faded print-outs and tap the glass to watch your eyes move.

Tonight, the pressure building just behind my eyes wears the weight of your voice like a shawl. In the falling silence, I clutch my throbbing head between my hands and hum George Strait, Owl City, Staind through clenched teeth and still, I can hear you chanting my failures in the dark noise of my mind.

This pain I feel inside, It comes from no wounds. This pain I feel I've died, Don't leave me in this room... I am surrounded by the walls- And my cage grows tighter. I pick up cigarettes and crawl, As I search for my lighter. Holding flames that I cup, In these hands so bitter. I take that first of puffs; With a swill of liquor. I have sunk to the bottom. I'm dreaming of the moment I- Will break the surface and see the sun. But sadly I am done... So let's go play with the gun! Click-click, click-click And load, just pull the trigger! Click-click, click-click, And load, let the gun smoke linger! - Word of Chen, 13th May 2014

I'm drowning In my own misery I reach out Searching for a helping hand But nobody is there And so I sink Still trying to reach a hand That is not there

You wear your skin, with mask of sin, A spiderweb of lies. Of "individuals", Breaking ties, alone at last They seem to hide, a fixation of vanity... I am the "individual"! This is my golden ritual, Refuse all that is me, A web of lies I be! But can you see, what you've become, Showing these scars made by none- Other than you? They were made just for you... They were made just by you... Made to be pitied too... You are the "individual"! Lies are your golden ritual, Refuse what you should be, To live with agony!

How can you expect to see the truth in the mirror? When your eyes are clouded by the filter of 'inferior'