Silent Bomb:

As the silence of the lambs,
Fears the morning so bright,
The begging domain hinders the bar,
Hold us still beyond our might,

The time whispers by noisily,
An uproar to white plastered walls,
The table vibrating beyond belief,
Registering many unforeseen calls,

An animal of the wild lurks close by,
Awaiting it's prey to awaken to a melody,
Perched upon it's chair above the land,
Watching all that it could see,

As the morning drifts off,
The day rolling to it's fateful beginning,
The moans unpleasing to the ear,
I dare say, we are not winning,

The day dragging us to be moved,
For our lives come down to pleasing,
But we dare not move,
For it is devouringly freezing.

Leaving Behind:

As the fall breeze passed me by,

I fell to the ground in exhaustion,

Beaten by the heated sun,

But I dare not let it win.

My loss came at great expense,

And I couldn’t quite keep up,

I fell below harder than ever,

But their volcano wouldn’t erupt.

My sorrow was devoured,

Eating by the leave’s shake,

Taking my pain away slowly,

Taking my troubling heartache.

The fall came closer to me,

Begging to take the lulling pain,

But I told him no, I dare not,

And that’s when it began to rain.

My Asylum:

As I felt the cold wet asylum,

I beckoned to feel it's wrath,

But as you can clearly see, 

All I got was a hearty laugh.

The laugh echoed into the night,

Wavering above my clueless mind,

Haunting my days left and right,

Keeping my future forwarded and signed.

The sign was bright orange,

Also with neon lights,

It came unto be my life,

A man without his mending rights.

As I stared and realized,

Up past the bleeding sky,

I was alive and fully well,

While most just wither and die.

As my life forwarded on,

On past my contempt and glee,

I looked back and waited for my present,

But my future is all I can hope it to be.

Nigh's Release:

The sweet soft voice,

The ever changing nigh,

The beautiful sun glowing,

Blistering away up in the sky.

The whisper being carried away,

My ears begging on what to say,

My thoughts belonging to the day,

And awaiting your loving way.

As the night briskly came by,

Telling me it’s lone lasting story,

I held it’s hand with compassion,

And it left the rest up to me.

As I fought off the night,

And held up it’s flickering light,

I stayed by while polite,

And told it to bring me sight,

Longing with delight,

It brought me it without a fight,

While restraining with all it’s might,

Telling it’s fateful story right,

I finally knew everything was alright.