I am Your Rock

To me everyone does turn
In hopes I can help ease their pain
No one ever seems to learn
Never have I been truly sane

It hurts to see your despair
As your eyes overflow with tears
I tell you how much I care
And try to rid you of your fears

What about my depression
Lurking inside my troubled mind
Suppressing my aggression
Biting my lip and being kind

It's not easy like you think
To live everyday in a haze
Just to live on the very brink
Thinking in self destructive ways

I cling to my hated life
To avoid hurting those I love
Pain cutting me like a knife
Sacrifice I never dreamed of

Not as strong as you believe
I still rest in a state of shock
But I manage to deceive
I collapse now, I am your rock

This Is Our Song

Humming softly we are here,
Ties too strong to disappear.
Dreams replaying in our heads,
Glitter on the golden threads.

What we share is what we are,
Gently strummed on our guitar.
We are notes in one big chord,
None too small to be ignored.

We have had our share of sin,
We have damaged souls within.
Leave the past and live the now,
Forget not the bonding vow.

Though you may not hear our song,
This is where we all belong.
What we share is what we are,
Gently strummed on our guitar.

Amnesty

Give me my rights to be free
And I’ll lament not of my pain
Won’t you listen to my plea?
Try to keep me alive and sane

For the opinions have turned
From belittling oppressions
To lessons meant to be learned
Instead of senseless aggressions

Eventually we may see
How life is just about living
And rid our minds of debris
Seek pardon in our misgivings

In My Eyes

'Round the fire, colours glow,
Gently rocking to and fro.
Deep in shadows, demons play,
Snatching emotions away.

Seeping through the mindless halls,
Shattering the endless walls.
Pity not the small or weak,
Death before the killing streak.

Madness chases to the end,
Down the stairs you will descend.
Crashing to the bottom floor,
Pummelled by a death day war.

Soulless, moodless, soaring free,
This is how we're meant to be.
What of earth, of love, of truth?
Full of silly childish youth.

Is this really how you see?
Can't you hear the helpless plea?
Save the hearts that feel this way,
Life's a small and fragile prey.

Sound

Fly upon the wind
Forgetful illusionist
Forevermore blind
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There we have haiku action.