Every night

Oh wicked thoughts
just go away,
don't make me cry no more.
You make me messed up in my head,
you make my heart so sore.


I feel my tears flood my eyes,
I know my face is red.
I know my lungs and heart are stuck,
I feel their weight so dead.


I tremble and I try to breathe,
but my soul protests.
It's bathed in pain and soaked in blood,
it yearns a little rest.


My iron legs give away
under the heavy heart.
As I fall to the ground,
I feel my soul ripped apart.


Oh wicked thoughts
just go away,
don't make me cry no more.
You make me messed up in my head,
you make my heart so sore.


Don't come to me night after night
don't come to me ever
but my words don't matter,
'cause you'll do whatever, whenever!


Every night you'll come
although I pretend to be asleep.
You'll wake me...
just to make me weep.

Just a little something I wrote a long long time ago.

Tears they fall abundant
I wonder why
I wonder how
I wish they'd stop,
but they don't yield.
I wonder how
I wonder why
I know they're mine
because they're on my lips...


I numb myself
I don't want to feel
but they won't stop...
they make me feel...
and then they flow
to prove that they're invincible
unstoppable
unyielding.


I narrow my eyes
and try to hold
them against their will...
but they trace rivulets
relentless
and ceaseless.
I want them to dry
but they're too wet.
They speak of fresh wounds,
over the old ones so true
and real and bleeding.
I wonder if God is kind
as they all say He is,
I wait for the sun to shine
but I know it's gone
to never return.
I cry but I don't want to feel
but the tears, Oh they just won't yield.