The Tears of Lost Children

Ten million years ago, the ocean was a freshwater puddle in the middle of a depression-less world.
And then came the sorrow
It brought tears, anger, pain, and as the first young girl cried into her reflection
The ocean began to grow
Spreading to a lake, filled with unknown creatures and inexplicable darkness
Rolling, cold walls waiting to sweep you away
And with the fear of these creatures, humanity was born
And began to kill
Abandoned children were left to pray to the winds as their parents searched for the smoldering scent of blood
Loneliness will make you cry
That is why the ocean is salty

Selective Schooling

Solitude carries a sackfull of loneliness
Waiting to escape and creep into your skull
Like lice scuttling through an empty night
So there you sit, a dark pile of stink in blinding floodlights
Or yellow on purple, orange on green...
Whatever the colors, they are contrasting, and you are alone
The difference between being alone and being lonely
Lies in the decision making, it´s really rather sentimental
Did you want this, do you like yourself, your own company?
Or are you empty, abandoned, an old and falling grey warehouse?
Full of memories, the drunken spirits of those who have passed
Is your hair grey at the roots, can you run?
Or do you take the easy way out and spit your secrets into the toilet every night?
Calmness is the key -
Lie to them, pretend to be interested in their polish and ruffles
Lonelineness comes with honesty
Or you can decieve yourself and make friends
...I refer to them as "drooling acquaintances"

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Once upon a dreary December
The snow fell dancing, as I remember
A night so magical, I do recall
As we lay pressed against the wall
I whispered secrets in your breath
That left you motionless, a symbol of death
One more falling, lifeless pawn
I am the knight, and you are the dawn.

Conformity

We´re sorry, ignorant child, but your nook has fallen on the floor and you´ve chosen the wrong college.
You musn´t go crying to mummy for even as her arms are open, our good friend Society has crashed your last birthday party,
With bills as a birthday card and a pat on the back
The sly dog whispered into your ear, "I want you" with a pointed finger
Little did you know, the beverage she handed you was the venom of a robot.
There now, doesn´t it feel nice not to feel anything at all?

Reflections

The stranger in the glass stares straight through me
Into the deepest pits of worn out misery and I´m sinking
Calling, crying, screaming out your name in a fit of passionate anger
The type that leaves your fists clenched and your eyes bloody
A raspy grasp in the voice of these flooding memories
The waves rolling and growing with images of broken puzzle pieces
A steamy condensation that leaves me breathless
This fire that I can not diminsh, thrashing my life into the wind
Knowing it´ll be the fisherman´s net in which I land
Thrown back, beginning all over again.