crack of light
distant star

bridging gaps
flash!
poets words.

jinxed at every turn
cursed it seemed
to constant failure

taking to the open road
a coming alive
of mind, heart and soul

Don't you dare tell me Heaven exists,
The closest I've ever been were those nights that I felt loved.
The closest I've ever been were those lips-

They tasted like Heaven,
But the after taste is wanting,
The after taste is unloved.
The after taste is regret for falling in love again.

Don't you dare tell me Hell exists,
Because I've had those nights where only love remains.
I've known those lips that strip hate from your tongue.

I know of love,
I know of it's wake.
I know what I would die for,
And what would bring me back to life.

Love and hate remind us of what it means to be alive.
And I know neither.


So don't you ******* dare tell me that I exist.

everything was already written
the book already finished
no hopes nor wishes
the road already paved
the way already walked
the clock keeps ticking and ticking
no beginning nor end
its already finished