The End of Happiness... The Truth of it All.

As the windows cloud and the blinds are drawn closed,
The deafening sounds of silence destroy what we loved most,
The hint of nightmarish screams so profound, we abused the host,
Becoming only the essence of a soul now turned ghost,
Hidden in the dark the enemies lurk, plain clothed,
So the story goes of a man lost down the rabbit hole...

Every silent scream, met with the face of the enemy,
Draws a very obscene, picture of the way life can be,
How it can seem and then on a dime, turn unexpectedly,
I ran from the fear of abandonment and it only followed me,
Host by host affected by the curse of every bad dream,
Almost every person I know, shows up with a fake face it would seem,
And when the s*** hits the fan, and we uncover the deceit,
It is found that the painful lies run as deep as the sea.
Trust too much and the current will crush the heart,
Used to have a dream of leaving this emotional, rampart,
Now I know for fact, my fears and I will never be far enough apart.

I admit to you now, I am aware of my weakness, aware of my disease,
Aware of my seeking this, from you has made you want to leave,
Aware that life is unfair and immoral, to say the very least,
Cursed to live within the confines of an emotional society,
Undeserving of a love that won't lie to be free,
Inexcusable lobotomy of every positive emotion ripped from me.
Left an empty shell, prone to smoke, drink and live vicariously,
Through the pain endured from the life I've chosen to lead...

It's just a sad fact that every good thing, comes to an end,
The pain of knowing this, even as you attempt to ascend,
Into the person you thought you could be, even as a friend,
Makes every bitter shiver, shutter the core of the men,
Stuck in a hole, without a grain of faith or a plan,
It all feels as though the time spent, trying to mend,
The pains of a past, presents the present a game of “When?”.
When will the pain die to allow some room to breath?
When was it that these emotions gained such a hold on me?
When did you start willing yourself, to want to leave...?

The answers are unclear. The truth is far from here,
The mention of a dying heart makes the soul begin to tear.
It's been a while, since the host felt this much inside,
Felt it's existence crumbling, as the dreams began to die.
And with it, any distinctive hope of where from here he's bound to go,
What to do? Where is safe? He no longer knows.

The windows cloud the blinds are drawn closed,
The deafening sounds of silence destroy what we loved most,
The hint of nightmarish screams so profound, we abuse the host,
Becoming only the essence of a soul now turned ghost,
Hidden in the dark our fears lurk, plain clothed,
So the story goes of a man lost down the rabbit hole...

*** First actual ditty on here. Have tons in .doc files, this is the most recently written. Crits please?***

I haven't really figured out a genre for it, takes reading it over and over again to figure out what best suits its structure...

This may sound totally out of character for the feel that you were going for with the lyrics, but I can picture the words falling into the rap/rock mix genre.

That's just the way I'm reading the lyrics and the imagery I get from them. Overall, I think it's great.

These are good. It sounds kinda bleak. perhaps would fit well into a style similar to swallow the sun.

>> @ xclusivebmw: I would say since that is generally my style of writing it would definitely work in a sense of rock / rap. Not entirely long enough, I'm afraid. However I was initially intending for "short and to-the-point" with this one.

>> @ Guests: Crits are always welcome. I will be sure to have more up soon.