I wonder, how many 'Smiths' there are in hell?

Spilt dreams
Falling beams
Splitting seams
All that means,
Broken teams.

He's taken what was promised to me
And now I'm going to take it back.

Like the new day
You change along with it
Our differences mark us
Religion, our great divider
Standing, but not together
Falling apart behind the smoke.

The answer to seek
Is buried in lies
And suicides.

Something Else to Hide Behind

I've created another smokescreen
And we hide behind
Laughing to ourselves

They can't see us
We hold together
Hand in hand, heart pulling heart

Embraced in our sin
We hold too tight
And have forgotten how to let go.

Words wont come.
And even if they did
I'd throw 'em away.

He said hello
To say goodbye.
I never had a chance anyway.

Weeks

Some weeks are hard.
Hard to wake into
Hard to get out of.

Girl

She's a little smiling girl
Arms open to the sky
But dead to the world.

She thinks her eyes are open
But they see nothing.

"Iqtms!!!"

Such a big arrow
For such a small heart

Sunk

"If we don't have God in common,
What do we have in common?"

Wow

You knocked me over
With one shot.
Way to go.
Strike.

It hurts to know
You're O.K. without me