daydreaming during the middle of the night,
sleepless in the bags under the eye so tight,
pulses felt in the wrist and temple in front of the ears,
please someone smash my ever pressing fears,
crack the shell surrounding the blocked emotional guard,
but where is the hammer to hit that so hard,
maybe drilling will work but no power to plug,
as many attempts were made with a shovel dug,
try almost anything as i am suffocating inside,
hopefully someone will open a gap so wide,
when all others give up and go away,
alone in my own prison i will always stay,
noticing the presence of a pure hearted one,
he speaks pleasantly and all sounds are fun,
slowly without realizing the shell guard falls,
from far away he came after hearing my calls.

the weight is lifted to pump up high,
while he lives in a feral pig sty,
mess everywhere including his bed,
with tattoos like dirt all over up to his head,
with no hair except a beard on his face,
even the cockroaches can't live in his place,
pumping some more with a weight on his arm,
he goes out on the street to use his charm,
pleasant he is with all the ladies around,
wanting to hear that night a moaning sound,
loving that night but when the morning sun rise,
he reveals his true face being only a disguise,
wanting whoever he got that night to disappear,
maybe its the risk the draws the women near.

falling feathers of black flow,
the lightning strikes to a blue glow,
the bird part dragons attack the tower,
as the sorceress hits back with her power,
raining down in hard drips across her eyes,
washing the dark makeup as she cries,
pushing wind spells from her hands,
as her people below watch from the lands,
striking hard with thunderous claps,
one biraptor swings through and slaps,
knocking her back to unbalance and fall,
the people below hear her last call,
fallen to her death with a giant thud,
there the sorceress dies in the coldest mud.

placed in the oven to cook on high heat,
savor the moment when i start to eat,
waiting with patience for it to cook,
never reading or understanding the book,
looking through the glass to see it cooking nice,
oh i can't wait for the loving tender slice,
warmth fills the air and smells too,
as i wait for the minutes left with only a few,
can't wait any longer as its almost done,
i turn around and butter a bun,
the alarm goes off with ringing bells,
i put on an oven mitt while loving the smells,
taking it out and place it on my plate,
gobbled it up quick being satisfied with what i ate.

long ago he played football on the field,
he originally designed the emblem on the shield,
bringing the score up for the school to win,
his photo was framed after his happy grin,
old and grey hair just like the photo in the case,
a memory he never wants to erase,
his grandson now goes to the same school,
as he made a request of the grandson so cool,
wishing upon his death to be buried underneath,
as no proper funeral or just a simple wreath,
knowing the things he does to prank his teachers and friends,
being his only wish at the time his life ends.

hello prank caller on the other end of he phone,
hearing the giggles as you are not alone,
call me once then call again soon,
making me think your a fucking loon,
ask me a question to try a trick,
while i just call you a little prick,
annoying me enough to not like you,
but when i think back its what i used to do,
the only exception is that calls now get easily traced,
as now your in trouble with a punishment now faced.

the king was deceived by his own daughters love,
stabbed in the back by a sword from above,
death of the king blamed by hands of another,
so soon after the death of the princesses mother,
the kings body was taken and preserved in a tomb,
while the princess carried a baby in her womb,
giving birth and naming the baby after her dad,
after some years of growing older and mad,
the baby was a reincarnation of the fathers soul,
as one night he killed his own father after the last life he stole.

i see happiness in the photo of your face,
for you there is always a good peaceful place,
a friend i know with another friend,
and how the eX attacks as you defend,
blaming you for bad times now,
calling you an ugly fat cow,
sending messages with cryptic mean,
how those words you should have never seen,
he left you and took another,
maybe a replacement for his mother,
now you find happiness after he said bye,
then changes his mind saying you lie,
at one point the games he played were fun,
now they are annoying after what he done,
i don't understand these games they play,
this is why i know the right things to say.

when a puppy he jumped all the time,
ripping things up committing a crime,
i corrected his bad and prized his good,
as i pointed my finger until he understood,
teaching to respond to clicks of my finger,
over time his hearing goes and he begins to linger,
not hearing my clicks to follow or understand,
his sight still good to watch the point of my hand,
older he gets and no more jumping to greet,
as the grey hair he gets and dragging his feet,
unappreciative and becoming a grump,
sometimes he pees and does a big dump,
when i come home he looks suicidal standing still,
in front of the car wanting me to kill,
playing with him but not being rough,
as time goes on my old dog was tough.

leaning against a tree for the photo to be shot,
sizzling in the heat trying to look incredibly hot,
curves of skin all tanned and flawless to put in a page,
when her dreams originally were to act on the stage,
being pretty and young she was offered this as a temp job,
by a fat man who told her things to do with her innocence to rob,
reluctantly she agreed on the morals she thought he would keep,
as he promised her all fame and fortune if with him to sleep,
now the photographer tells her what to do,
being rich and successful after just the right people to screw.