Melancholy

Play that melancholic tune; play that dirge again

The steady beat and soothing sound will help to mask the pain

Let it resonate with fervor as we march along

So that these tears seem as though they are part of the song.

Did you hear that little bird, chirp happily just now?

How strange it is that it seems the world moves on somehow.

She chitters softly as she warbles amidst the wailing crowd,

And chatters calmly as she flutters over the funeral shroud.

Hear the preacher saying prayers in memory of the dead;

The dead are gone, but we are here. Pray for us instead.

Somber bells are singing lowly, swinging side to side

And tolling ask, “who lies therein? Who is it there that died?"

March we onward to the grave, are we there so soon?

Then, play that simple dirge again; that melancholic tune…

Melancholy

The Rest Is...

One day I looked up,

And it seemed

What I had seen

I only dreamed,

But instead

I only screamed

At a pain

That cannot be redeemed

[Because I saw the truth].

Graveyard World - Offermoord

Identity

I’ve finally run out of things to say,

Or maybe I never said anything at all.

What is this world which I am in?

I’m alone and still not free from sin.

Time is running out for me to stall;

I’m alone with no where else for me to stay.

I’ve finally run out of things to do,

Or maybe I never did anything at all.

What is this world which I have lost?

I’d like it back, at any cost,

But time is running out for me to stall,

And I’ve yet to find something else that‘s new.

I’ve finally run out of things to be,

Or maybe I was never anyone at all.

Who is this person that I was?

I keep changing, I guess, because,

Time is running out for me to stall,

Until nothing means anything at all to me.

Shattered

I have fallen and my life has shattered

Into a million pieces on the floor.

I picked the pieces up, as if it mattered

I can't remember what this life is for.

Am I to remain apart forever?

Things aren't at all the way they were before.

I tried to put the pieces back together,

But I don't know how they fit anymore.

Salt

Salty tears run down my face -

And fall down into my bleeding heart.

And the salt, it shatters

All that's left of hope.

Salty tears run down my breast -

Until they reach my broken soul.

And the salt, it shatters

all that's left of hope.

Will these salty tears bring you back, my love?-

Or, only deepen your wounds

As they deepen mine and shatter

All that's left of hope.

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Volition

Which torment shall I choose?

I console my self each day

By telling my self, either way,

What have I really then to lose?

But which torment shall I choose?

In which hell shall I live?

Shall I keep it in and slowly die,

Or coldly watch my loved ones cry?

I’ve no guarantee they will forgive…

Then, in which Hell shall I live?

Which happy memories shall I keep?

The ones when I was dumb and blind

And acted foolish and unkind?

Or the ones from when I was asleep?

Which happy memories shall I keep?

In what untimely manner shall I die?

Surely, some might weep and mourn,

But no more must I feel their scorn…

Sometimes there simply is no why.

In what untimely manner shall I die?

Creeping

Each day that wanes is creeping.
Inside, my hope is gone.

My one respite is sleeping,
Yet still, I dread the dawn.

My mind is growing weary
from these pills that I am on,
The nights are cold and eerie,
and still I dread the dawn

Each day goes by so quickly,
My memory has gone,
And I've grown old and sickly,
but still I dread the dawn.

The days are filled with sorrow,
and still, I carry on,
And will again tomorrow,
For still, I dread the dawn.

Revert

I think I might be slowly dying,
Or maybe just forgot to breathe...
Just leave me lying where I fall.
Don't dwell on me, feel free to leave.
I think I might be sort of living,
Or maybe I'm just stagnant here,
Don't look at me, I have no purpose,
And soon enough I'll disappear.
I've probably been very greedy,
I've never tried to play along,
Ignore wherever I've succeeded,
There's far too much that I've done wrong.
I realize that you owe me nothing;
The more I learn, the more I hurt;
This pain can never be neglected,
Soothed, forgotten, nor revert...

Dear Undertaker:

Dress me in my finest gown, when I'm laid to rest

My lips, though formed into a frown, Still make them look their best

Close my eyes in such repose, as I lie there still,

That it seems I simply doze, though wake, I never will

Put some flowers in my hair, and blush upon my cheek

Fold my hands with gentle care, for I am frail and weak

Then close the coffin lid at last, I'm ready to depart

Death only will ignore my past, and heal my broken heart

Lay me thus into the ground, and weep not for me,

For to the grave this life was bound, and I went willingly

Scattered

Scatter withered roses on my grave
Pray for me if you would have me saved
I guarded my heart selfishly
And lost it still, to jealousy
I'll meet you in the land of the depraved
So scatter withered roses on my grave

Shield me from heaven's lonely gaze
My rotten soul has festered here for days
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As I lay me down to sleep
Am I the only one you couldn't save?
Then scatter withered roses on my grave

I want you to suffer
As long as you remember me
And I want to watch you suffer
From that pain throughout eternity

Scatter withered roses on my grave
And sing a hymn and pray that I forgave...
Your prayers will never set you free
You never will be rid of me
Did you really think that I'd behave?

So scatter withered roses on my grave

Rain

I can see the coming rain.
It has followed me once more.
It takes no notice of my pain,
Nor has it ever cared before.
Could it be the heavens mourn for me?
Can they not see me cry?
No, they watch objectively,
And drown my tears not knowing why.

"Cry, cry!" I hear voices say.
"For the world is cold!
If you do not die today,
Then you will just grow old!"

I can not hear them when it rains.
The rain drowns the voices out.
Still, my horrid ear, it strains,
So the voices soon will shout:
"Cry, cry you wretched fool,
For someday you will die,
Knowing that the world is cruel,
Yet will never have learned why!"

Opposition

My greatest fault is that both my heart and my brain are too large.
Not that I'm a genius
But I'm no fool
And ignorance is bliss
But knowledge is power,
And my heart is too soft
To let my logic through
And my brain will not sleep
So my heart will not be still
And both, heart and mind, in opposition
Make my life a living Hell.

Hindered

I am hindered by your presence
It engulfs me completely,
And I am half myself
The half I never knew that well
So now I'm stuck here thinking
How to make my escape,
But I have become hindered,
And now I can't move forward
You are in the way
And I merely wait here, lonely,
For when you take your leave.

Slumber

If I remain in constant slumber
It's because I do not wish to wake
My dreams still bring me pain enough,
That life might cause my heart to break.
Should I decide to sleep forever,
Don't place the blame on anyone.
You see, it might for the better,
After everything is said and done.
Try whisp'ring softly in my ear,
And if the words are sweet and true,
Perhaps they'll rouse me from my slumber,
And only then I'll wake for you.

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Self

I often complain that I don't know who I am.
Maybe the problem isn't that I don't know who I am,
But that I'm afraid that I already know,
And I really don't like myself.

I've tried numerous times to change;
To be who I want to be.
For me, not for others, but for me,
Or so I tell myself.

But every time I revert back to my old habits.
And I ignore my flaws,
Then I abhor my flaws,
And the cycle starts over again.