Pages filled with pictures
None of which speak a thousand words
They mean nothing at all
Thoughts of depression, dread, hate, torment
All locked behind the double doors
Of their solar-powered smiles
Yes, let's look happy
So when we're dead and rotting
People can say that once upon a time
We seemed to be alive
That's why I write down what I feel inside
So everyone can see through the lies
That dwell deep inside my
Brilliantly ashen eyes
Upon the day I die
When you finally realize
That I was never really alive
The stars burn the sky
Midnight black
And bloodless rain falls from
Clouds of smoky flesh
This photo album
A tomb of memories
Encapsulating my broken soul
Burying me alive
Someday
Somehow
Somewhere
Someone
Will find my soul in this wordless crypt,
Hear the screams through the silence,
And finally be alive