His Own Death

Storms raging within,
Wanting to break free,
Without any consideration,
To what it'll do to me.

My inner wars poisoning my soul,
Waiting to burst out - turning me cold
The numbness builds inside me,
And everything stops - time seems to stall.
And I don't feel my tumbling walls.

My pain and anger are revealed,
As it bursts through my form,
it's no longer concealed.
With my scars unhealed,
It begins a revolution unseen,
Until I contain it within.
But it won't suffice.
Death's hanging on loose string,
And it's not too late, till the end begins."

On that night so cold,
He was his own revolt.
With nothing to threaten him, but he, himself,
He was his own rebellion.
He was left screaming under his breath,
With him being the cause of his own death.

Leave, Without Saying Goodbye

The more I go ahead in time,
The more I wish to go back to my past.
Because I realise, in life's paradigm,
None of this, is ever going to last.

I tend to not care,
Or is it just a pretence that you can't bear?
I honestly don't know anymore,
You can walk out through those open doors.

But still, why?
Why do I feel broken - shattered easily,
Crumbling from the inside -
With the slightest touch of emotional strings.
I don't wish to be like this.

Maybe because, you didn't ever care,
And maybe because, you weren't ever there.
You see, life's based on many lies.
So, all I did was leave, without saying goodbye.