My Abyss

The pen has run dry
It which used to write gaily
Now rites words of sorrow
Words of unhappiness
 
The pen is not at fault
My hand has control
It is the problem
Writing of terrible sadness
 
My hand is not at fault
I am at fault
I do such things
Writing of them is a side-effect
 
A side-effect of sin
Of horrible time management
And poor will-power
How will I escape
 
The hole I've dug
Shear walls of wrongs
Of mistakes and sins
Of greed and lust
 
One hope remains
The light at the tar of my pit
He waits for me with open arms
But how do I get out?
 
The only thing I've accomplished
Is digging a deeper hole
The shovel is easier to use
Than to attempt to climb
 
I mount an atack on the wall
It falls upon me
I become compressed
The walls are heavy
 
Failure. I exist to fail.
The weight is too great
My breath leaves myself
I begin to suffocate
 
My suffocation complete
I die in my hell
My hell of mistakes and sin
Of self-destruction

As I Sit Here And Wait

As I sit here and wait
My mind slowly does churn
Memories of you around and around

The sound of your soothing voice
The smell of your infatuating scent
The touch of your smooth skin
The sight of your unmatched beauty

Time turns to stone
As I wait alone
Unrighteous anger makes me its home

The sound of him making you laugh
The touch of his hand in yours
The sound of his endearments to you
The touch of his lips to yours

My fists are clenched
Sweat crosses my brow
I fight the anger away

It makes me sunken and hollow
It tells me I will never have a chance with you
It creates my depression
It foretells my unhappiness

But I fight my anger away

The anger banished
I sit and wait
Now only a test of my patience remains

As I sit here and wait
Our lives go on
I await the time when they'll combine

Life Is A Movie

Our bodies are a house,
we live inside them.
Our minds control our bodies,
or we like to think so.

But really our minds are there
to record what happens.
To hope, to dream, to wish
and watch the outcome.

The One in charge
controls our bodies.
The One chooses
what we do, how we do it.

When we want to
do anything,
we can't, we hope, we wish
But The One controls it

When we are invited
to do something
we can't, we hope, we wish
But The One controls it

When we want to stop
doing everything
we can't, we hope, we wish
But The One controls it

But The One controls it