Home AloneHome Alone.
Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to distract and block out the noises.
The local neighbors walk past your window but you class them as unfamiliar voices.
You can't help but be on edge until you have some sort of company.
But these common trains of thoughts are expected and customary.
I thought the same until I heard this one story about a girl called Anne.
She was in a similar situation; she was
Lost My GutsCreation with a needle and thread,
where do I come from,
what's in my head?
Some buttons, a marble
to act as my brain.
I'm mindless, I'm fearful,
I'm going insane.
A puppet, dancing on steel-faced strings,
But feeling, living,
conscious of things.
Time frays the yarn
that holds in my guts.
Left in the barn
to play with the mutts.
Glossy, blinding, frivolous sun,
blocked off by dust
shooting the gun.
I sit and wait
for my soul to be free.
My stuffing escapes
through the holes in the seam.
I'm found! I'm found!
I'm thrown in the wash,
I come all undone
I'm finally lost.
CutWhy is time spent on tears?
This nagging sensation
will draw the blade home.
Silence was never golden
serenity is a crimson stream.
Memory, once only skin deep
finds shelter somewhere deeper
concealed under scar tissue.
Hide with fear of love and scalpel
an everyday stare to hide the truth.
Not all wounds are physical;
Not all pain can be forgiven.
Hold OnSeems like nobody cares anymore
Days go by and I am stuck in the same place as yesterday
Locked in this cage
In a endless loop of disappointment and lost
All I can do is to hold to the dream
Just hold on and believe
I know the road is hard but a day will come
Today may be long but tomorrow will come
I just need to hold and believe
Weeks have gone by
I still hold on
To that dream
But that dream went up into flames
I thought it will never turned this way
But all I can do is to hold on
What is left of me?
What I can pull out of this rubble?
Burned up in flames
A lifetime of effort, gone in a flash
I feel no pain or numbness
Just feels nothing
But I will always remember
Remember to hold on
Hold on and believe that someone will come and save