I see you never want to see me soar
up above, the heights galore
where tree tops meet the cloudy shore
with blue backdrops beyond the white
leave me to the burden I bore.

I see you never want to see me cry
in happiness, that together we’ll die
lovers arms, forever intertwined
with each a kiss upon the cheek
You’d rather alone I sleep.

I see you never want to see me call
your lovely name, that sporadic song
that’s rhythmic quality left me so long
for the sorrowful swoon of the sea
You’d rather not be with me.

I see you’d rather not hold my hand
or kiss my lips
or be my man
I see you prefer not to understand,
what it is to be something, everything,
to me.

When I was younger people told me not to get lost.
Voices would fly up and catch in the wind and be thrown back to them
as I ran through the wheat towards the blackberries.

While they called for me from a distance, calling to themselves,
I would stain my tongue violet and my fingers purple.
Then run farther away, I’m not sure where. Farther than they made it.

It’s easy for me to run, it’s only me.
When they run, they try to carry all of them.
You have to run alone though, if you want to make it anywhere.

When they reached the blackberries they all held hands
creating a barricade of arms so i couldn’t run away
a barricade of arms for me to break through.

(It’s not nearly as fun to run if there is nothing to hold you back)
(What can you discover, otherwise?)

As I emerged on the other side with my blue stained hands
they stared at my in shocked awe, the barricade broken.
They tried to run after me, but like i said,
you can’t get lost with other people.

So I ran away alone.
Only you can be found.

He’s running through midnight,
he doesn't know it anymore.
He tiptoes across the stars towards the black hole,
he doesn’t think if she can hear him anymore.
Maybe if it rips him apart,
He won’t have to worry what he feels now, anymore.
Even though all he wants is to feel
something.

Maybe if it severs his heart from his chest
He’ll know
he’s not in the light anymore.
He’ll know
he’s in the dark.

He’s not falling into the lost bliss anymore.
he’s not screaming her name anymore, either.
The stars go dark as he steps on them,
distinguishes the spark one by one
He doesn’t care anymore.

Maybe if he falls far enough,
if he falls fast enough,
He won’t have to forget anymore.
And maybe if he rips back the black he can paint
the white canvas of light ****** red.
He doesn’t need her anymore.
Or maybe he can dream his way into oblivion.
He’s always wanted to feel
something.

When midnight seeps in
through the panes of my window
And flutters my curtains
with a sinister breath.

I lay in a daze
of chameleons and pearls
The foul taste of nighttime
dampening my tongue.

When it wraps round my toes
and tickles my armpits
And meets my bare lips
with a far to eager kiss.

Returning once more,
me, to imminent darkness
Till I am no more
than moss hidden under the mist

A creation from big corporations
Living to buy till the day you die
Looking for the best deals, seems like a steal
But its a trap, a well hidden trap
LED TVs you don't need
Black watch you've already got
Smart phones the same as you own
Subconsciously told where to go, what to get,
we forget what is really important.
The friends and family, strong relationships,
And fellowships that make us fortunate.
Spend time on those we still got
Because that can't be bought,

There’s a rope, and it’s laid down flat in front of me.  
It turns into a snake with a yellow belly and red eyes,
and hisses at me,
“everything you’ve been told is a lie.  It’s not a circle, it’s a straight line”   So I’ve followed the rope to the end only to discover
I’ve been walking on cracked egg shells my whole life under the impression I left them whole eggs.  
It drops off at the end, it’s an edge and not rounded.  It drops off
and it’s a black hole looming before me.
I turn to run from it but everything behind me has gone grey
and I can’t see the rope anymore, just twisted mirages of it
I think I may have invented in my head.  
It’s a reflection from my memory,
not the real and solid yellow gold line that
once lay in front of me, behind me, where is it now?
Desolate grey full of secrets that I think I know the answer to
but when I look back realize I can never share, can never be apart of.  Ominous black ahead of me leering;
darkness I can’t see and it’s more of a mystery than what I left behind.
All sides are closing in in different shades of a dark, deceptive cloud
that I can never look through,
and only on the ledge where I stand is it white.

And as I fall into the mysterious abyss, the light follows me until what I left behind has gone dark and I have entered the swirl of blackness, shining.

Take my hand,
maybe I will lead you into a wonderland.
Where the hour glass stops dead its grains of golden sand.
The waves of youth are ceaseless,
the inevitable whole has been banned.

Let's fly away to Neverland.