"HE"

When you sink in blues,

He'll care to save.

And steer your melancholies

to innocent pleasing tales.

He'll stand by, as he always did,

He won't ever see you morose.

He has his woes and worries,

More than you can reckon.

Yet he cares, cares for you to be alright

So he'll fix you, 

your broken will and your broken being.

He's got none who fret for

None who stand a call away

Reciprocals are a wordly scam

And he wishes he was unaware.

His face yet holds no stress, 

No sign of pain.

Not for they exist not, 

But for he chooses to conceal.

He chuckles and chortles, as if a lark.

But within he's dead forever,

His glee is gone forever.

The Tear's Shine

Sinking deep in lonely waters

There's no one around.

My screams render inuadible

Amidst the sounds of your preoccupance.

I lay on my bed, cry to myself

Shrieking for help when i know

They'll not reach you or anyone for that

That it's me who'll drown

In oceans of solitude and in lakes of frown.

The only warmth is of the blanket,

And it is so cold.

But i'll steer through, it's my regular old

Comfort myself that all will be right

And then lying to self seems so easy.

The non-existence of my thoughts defines me,

My sheer nothingness torments.

But I'm a prisoner trapped by myself.

Blinded by the dazzling bright 

Of my tear's shine, in the dim light of isolation.