[ Siphon ]

I'm here, sitting in the cold breeze
As an insidious wind calls out to my soul
The darkness feels so warm
Was it always this calm?

A hollow soul; turn apart.
I live; but I don't.
I'm dead, yet it beats; my heart.
You say you care; you just don't.
This world of wonders and beauty
Apparent to many; excluding me
Oh, I couldn't see it even if I wish
I wish, I could see, I wish

I smile; I laugh; I love; and lie
But why does it feel like I still die?
I cry; I hurt; I cry and I cry
Why isn't that enough to feel alive?

My sou- or whatevers left of it,
Is beginning to slowly siphon out
Emptied into the abyss, a bottomless pit,
Around is none, I cry out and I shout

Lost a lover, a daughter, another one bites the dust
Gone, wither the feelings of the sins and lust
Is it even hard to push that blade deep in?
But out comes cowardice as I drop to my shins.

*Crack* they go, signalling I break,
But this isn't a dream; but even dreams don't have second takes.
As they fade away as we wake,
I fade away, from memories as they wake.

I wish I could smile with my might once more
I wish I could reach out my hands to the far shore
I wish my heart suddenly stops
I wish I wasn't this torn apart

I loved you for who you are
Not for what they saw you for.
I loved myself, up until the past
I just hope that this breath shall be my last.

"Why does it happen, always to me?"
I cry out, but the truth I see
There's no many who suffered worse
So much worse, so much worse.

A child with no mother to feed
A woman, violated, used only as a tool to breed.
A man, in war, wondering if he'll be alive
Children that are killed, as before first breath, they die.

A child who doesn't have the heart to love
A girl always pushed when it comes to shove
A man, shunned for his nature of life
So much more, so much strife.

But a selfish kid, who knows good from right
Holds his hopes and heart up high.
Sees everything that goes in the world
Knows he's a cog; part of a whole

But who cares? No one does
Who cares? If the one he loves
Is either dead; or starting to die
Or too busy to know he's grasping at love while he's alive.

Another day, another day, another day crosses by
Another piece another piece another piece just dies
As we call hope, as we call hope withers away
He tries to speak, but it never gets said

Cause he trusted all other people
But only a few trust him back
He either gets ignored or backstabbed on
They void him of everything he is, now lacked

He tries to love; tries to love; tried to love
But he failed....
This is the thought of a boy,
Who doesn't want to love anymore, as he is derailed....

And so, since he is a coward at its weirdest,
He sits back and let's the wind engulf him.
He sits back as the wind pierces his ears
He gets up, pats himself down; cries it off.

A piece of his mind