Ariadne's Thread

Irony:

Today is a day

unlike any other

any other

what does that mean

where am I coming from

when does 'no' mean no

and when does the frailty of youth

sing the praises of my heart

if it was me, where would I be

would I enter some kingdom in the sky

hollow wings and lovely harps

golden crowns made of sorrows

no

there is nothing there but air

the ultraviolet rays from the sun burning so hot on my back

am I in hell

for what I have done is a sin

sin

my life was handed to me and I took it away

life

so much to know

so little is actually known

when is the irony of life actually explored

when is the sarcasm actually won over

when will this end and when will I see them again

again

my family

lost in the memories of another's face

another's dream

my parents must be proud of me today

something that they can tell everyone about

at dinner

sitting around the T.V.

watching the news

watching the sitcoms

watching for the right product to come down and save my life

when will it come

when will she save my life

Ms liberty

liberate me

tomorrow comes

and it is the same as today

when will it change

go away

my life

given to me

surrounding me

breathing in the air around me

life can be filled with joy

but how can any of us actually be happy

how can any of us actually smile

how can there be laughter when all I see is pain

my life scarred

riddled with rancor

riddled with doubt

when shall I succeed

when shall I see the dawn

of tomorrow

of tomorrow

are we all fake or is someone actually happy

happy

a funny word

who made it up

why wasn't I invited

I want to believe that there is happiness

but rain is all that inhabits my heart

maybe I will find happiness in friends

in family

in work

in school

I can't run away from my pain

my image always follows me

it haunts me

the raven that I have written about so many times

the black bird tainted with specs of red

crimson red

and my wrist falls limp

my hand falls to the ground

the blood soaked dreams gone

she will regret dumping me

she will feel the pain I feel

no one wanted to help

no one understood

the blade cuts deep

and the memories are no more

and happiness is all I see

the art of death is what makes poet's sing

it brings solace to the singers on the

fortieth night begun

when someone punches

in your head

when someone strips

away your pain

when someone laughs

at you in the mirror

when someone takes away

all that you have given

this is when death is

something romantic

it leads you to another world

somewhere you have never been

it is someone who can help you get revenge

lash out

hold back

make them pay for all the sorrow

you know

it knows

the soul that exists in us all

the part of me in you

when she walk away with everything

all I wanted to do is say

all I wanted to hear myself say is

goodbye

but instead my heart was torn apart

and my eyes were painted black

she will pay for doing this to me

she will pay for taking me

away from myself

she will always remain with me