a gentle warble
the hum of nature
the gurgling of a waterfall
on a pleasant spring morning
the sun falls like rain in the meadow
finally at peace
everything is a waking dream
but oh the whispers of a scorching heat
for I know summer is soon to come
soon this gentle bliss will like all good things meet an end
the waterfall will soon dry up
for now I will enjoy this dream while it lasts

endless sadness
I put on my mask
my friends see what I let them
never glancing through
illusions I create
smile
laugh
nothing real
silent thought
the irony of it
even believing it myself
new crush one day
setting them up with
friend the next
mask is stuck
never know
never see
the real me

the rhyme of a song
an old beat
ears ringing
eyes stinging
a thought
a word
the beat drops
with unintelligible words
I hum along
the worlds spinning
I fall
the beat of music still in my veins
I crash
I return back to earth
I sigh
why cant I stay there forever

it begins
a story weaver knits
and sows their story
a song rises in the air
sky sparks
oceans roar
stars shine as a thousand daggers
wraiths chill slid down their spines
an interruption
voice stops
worlds fall
another tale ended
another world gone
a banshee born

a flash of light
blinding sun
Im falling
into the endless abyss
the light is gone
darkness has risen
I cannot wake from this endless slumber
I fall into the waves of darkness

a new hello while remembering a past goodbye
the new year is both a beginning and a end
a sharp almost painful memory of the past
and the fresh breeze of the future to come

gazing through the window
looking down I see
a blazing hellfire
anguish and pain
and a sea of endless spite
tears like blood fall from the window
like lava from a volcano
the blood slowly leaks out