When Will I Learn?
The door is locked
The windows are barred
As am I
From entering
What is inside this house?
What am I being kept from?
I pick up a rock to break the glass...
and realize that what's inside is not for me
and I run away in horror
Knowing I'll come upon another locked house
and pick up that rock again.

Good-Bye
Waking in an empty room
I cry myself to sleep...
Lonely howling at the moon
Always makes me weep...
Painful razor, slashing cut
Then I freely bleed...
Yet the door is firmly shut
Nothing quits my need...
You, whom I have never met
Laugh at me (in spite?)...
It must be easy to forget
A far off stranger's plight...
Room still empty, no one here
To wake me from this dream...
No one close or even near
No one to hear me scream...
Firmly swallowed in my choice
I look back upon my life...
To the time I had a voice
And wasted it with strife...
Since I'm alone I will admit
I have but one regret...
That at my birth I could not slit
My wrists to kill me yet...
A tattered life, an empty soul
A bruised and battered me...
A smile that somebody stole
Too late for them to see...
It was only a frown
Turned upside down
And only
Temporarily.

I Am
I am the one who creeps
Up behind you in the dark.
I am what you really fear
From the stranger in the park.
I am what you cannot see
When you close your eyes.
I am what you hear behind
All the shrieks and cries.
I am why you look away
When you see someone in pain.
I am why you tell yourself
You're the only one who's sane.
I am why the lights are on
When you're all alone.
I am why you cannot bear
A whimper or a moan.
I am why you carefully
Jump over every crack.
I am the one who always smiles
When you turn your back.
I am why you hope (to god)
There's something more out there.
I am why you know there is
And that it doesn't care
I am, finally, leaving
At your own request.
I am what will be back again;
I am your unseen guest.

Mourn
Waking on a chilly morn,
Saw too much deserving scorn.
No one deserves to be born.
Life's a punishment.
Looking 'round me not to see,
But to somehow comfort me.
Yet, alas, was not to be.
Life's a punishment.
Still it makes me want to cry,
Seeing it's no use to try.
Always thinking, wond'ring why?
Life's a punishment.
What did I, to merit this,
Life so void of desired bliss?
No single hit, ev'ry miss.
Life's a punishment.
Tears (not joy) run down my face,
Coming from a lonely place.
Tell who dared to set this pace.
Life's a punishment.
Go to help and you'll get bit,
Try to grab, fall in the pit.
All is darkness, nothing's lit.
Life's a punishment.
Longing, hoping, just one touch,
Only one, it's not too much.
Never was recieving such.
Life's a punishment.
Hold me closely by your side,
In your home let me abide.
Not to be, not on this ride.
Life's a punishment.
Happiness was never mine,
Cannot seem to cross that line.
Lost my soul, it does not shine.
Life's a punishment.
Give up now, 'cause all is lost,
The outcome won't repay the cost.
In this sea you'll all get tossed.
Life's a punishment.

Something Almost Human
I feel nothing; empty pit
Seems like life is full of shit.
Emotions (insects) swirlilng 'round me.
Trying (failing) haven't found me.
Reaching (grasping) cannot touch.
Smiling (crying) still too much.
Hoping (longing) somehow still...
Thinking (knowing) never will.
Should (yes, should) but cannot yet.
Could (no, can't) too much to bet.
Shield (protect) me from this storm,
Show (please, make) me [be] the norm.
Broken (tattered) torn and chopped.
Asking (begging) MAKE THIS STOP!
I seem to be, yet still am not
Somehow...almost human.

I'm more confused than scared now and since the terror is overwhelming, I wonder how the confusion finds room.

The Perfect Princess
"Hello world, and all you beautiful creatures walking upon it," called the princess as she flung open her window and stretched her arms into the sunshine. A bluebird whistled at her and she laughed. The day was perfect; only perfectly white, cotton candy clouds hung in the sky, and none of them covered the beaming sun.
The Princess turned around to prepare herself for the day ahead. There was a tall, dark and sinister, ugly man standing there.
"Wh-what do you want?" stammered the princess indignantly.
"To kill you, my dear," came the reply.
And that is exactly what he did.

A knight without rayne doesn't rust. (Test Entry)