In my mind
hollow stars litter life on Mars;
I wonder
is that who we are?

Rage seeps soft skin
skin burnt red cheeks
burnt eyes to
night someone
dies…

It’s so dark
I want more,
do you know what lies
beyod the door?

Gazes glued
to imprisoned hues
cruelty blooms
but no one moves

blood stains taint rain
another thought in our brains
-do you really think
I’m insane?

Greens turn black, blues turn grey
-behold the greatness of today.

In my mind
tears mold to truer forms
metaphor for metamorphosis
-there is no time there is no space
but there is an end
that we’ve misplaced.

Face the truth:
it’s easier to lie,
lets resuscitate the creativity
denied.

Lose your fear for transformation,
without it there is no hope for creation;
embrace change, rearrange,
find a living reincarnation.

Where it is dark, there will be beauty.
Where it is light, there will be beauty.
The answer is there for us to take;
so wake up, realise,
find growth in your mistakes.