Similies and Metaphors

this is a black lagoon
filled with thoughts that would dwell
in the deepest darkest parts of hell

the birds fly toward the sun
never reaching perfection
never knowing their reflection
and their worth, they don't know
they'll never know

so who is to say that i am not divine
that faith heals and helps pass the time
it's been 2000 years, and they'll wait still
you're worse than the government endorsed pills

so sleep tight tonight
under the radio waves
that mean nothing to anyone
but us
they mean nothing to anyone
but us

and every night the sky looks different to me
I'm falling apart, reality will be the death of...

Measuring Time In Sand

The days are getting shorter
The drags are getting longer
Sinking into addiction
this cigarette's just fodder
for an empty stomach and an empty heart

sorry for being bleak
but it seems this summer heat
is taking way to long
to devour me

swallow me whole

sold my soles, gave up on comfort
sold my soul, never believed from the start
and this feeling makes me heavy
but the world doesn't know me

so when the breaths i take
become harder to take
cause the air is thick
laced with hate
then please do me a favor
and dig me my grave

so when the breaths i take
become harder to take
cause the air is thick
laced with hate
then prepare the flames

sometimes

its the air that makes it unbearable to breathe
around you, around you, around you
unable to move, unable to see, but still able to care
around you, around...around...around

i can always stare into the sky
and figure out a million clichés
to say to you to keep you safe
while i'm miles away no where near enough
to say that you're safe
but you are, are you?

i've had a constant that never fails
never making sense, confusion has become my niché
and i'm okay with it (am i okay with it?)


sooner or later i will make sense
more later than sooner if the world ends

new world order

wake up and smell the bitter aroma of nuclear war
it poses the death of us all, but we don't care
if we're going out, we're going out with a bang
so if you're human raise your arms, point them to the sky
because we have proof you don't exist

no hope in a world of hate and greed
no love in a world of violence


and no matter how many times i throw this at you
you'll never accept the truth
why can't you accept what is right in front us?
impending doom that we have created
tempting the fates and the whole divide of this world
we have become the monsters that dwell in the shadows
we have become nothing more than creatures of greed


and you're all satisfied...how sickening

WHAT'S UP WHAT'S UP

boredom consumes me
the future has me worried
where am I heading?
where will I fall?
When will I get mine?
But I always feel
It's not my time

so what do I do when all I can offer
is a confused state of mind
and a being free of the restraints of time

complacency can be the death of you
but it won't be the death of me

"do you write all the time?"
I dabble.