Misunderstood

He tried to run
He tried to hide
They said "It's useless"
And that he'd die
He screamed so loud to drown out the noise
Of the evil people's whispered voice

He knew they were coming
He sensed his own doom
He knew he had to leave
And he had to leave soon
He packed a few things, among them a gun
Not out of evil, just for protection

As he ran around town
He scanned through the crowds
They'd be in disguise
He had no doubt
So everyone was now an enemy
Trusting no one, for his own safety

He was crossing the bridge
When they whispered his name
He had been found
It was the end of their game
He looked all around, caught the evil ones staring
He shot them all down, gunshots flaring

But more came after him
He could see no escape
Put the gun to his head
And accepted his fate
He fell to the ground with a hole in his brain
Finally free from fear and pain

On the bridge that sorrowful day,
Four innocents were shot dead
The culprit, falsely viewed evil
Lay still in a puddle of red
No one understands, since no one knew
What the schizophrenic man went through

Time's Assassin

Time.
Whether you go with the flow
Whether you're fast or you're slow
It keeps pushing you,
aging you,
crushing you,
caging you.
Time that never breaks,
time that never dies.
Time that always kills.
Time that always flies.
Time is only what you can perceive,
judged by the passing of events
and movement of the sun.
To him, the tensing muscles,
the pull of a trigger,
Time so small
not time to shout out
not time to call
not time for him to doubt
only time for time to let more slip away
no matter the hour or day
Reaper, receive your pay.
Time gives you it early
through this masked man.
Mask of white,
mask of lead,
mask of silver; crimson red.
Reaper, receive your pay,
your payment in dead.

Tears

Tears fall to the ground,
As a puddle forms,
It can be covered up,
But never gone,
The feelings are hidden,
But still felt inside,
The memories begin to fly,
About what happened,
That cold winter day,
When you left this world for another,
And my life would never be the same,
But you left your mark,
In our hearts,
And marks never seem to fad,
They bring happiness to your name,
And when your name is said,
A chill runs down my spine,
And a smile appears on my face,
For I know you changed my life,
And to this day,
That is not forgotten,
Your love still remains,
With hearts changed,
And there will be a day,
When your arms are around me,
And where they will forever be.

Suicide

Suicide; dying is an
Unfortunate
Inevitability, but how
Could you take the
Initiative to make a
Decision to have it all
End early?

Black and White

Black and white,
Black and white,
Everywhere I look,
Shy blossoms bloom,
Hearts cry out.

Butterflies fill the room,
The stir in the room is obvious,
They are like clouds,
Floating around the room.

This is a moment to be shared,
With someone special,
I see black and white,
Black and white,
And I think of you.