We are all islands
Floating
We only come together
When we die

You
You tell me you need me
That we've been friends so long
Don't leave it
But looking back
I realized
Your never there
when i really need you

There was a boy
He became a man
Yet inside
The boy is who
I really am

It keeps happening
The dreams keep coming
Seeing my life
But not my life
Im not there
No tears are shed
Im cold and dead
I keep waking up...
With tears on my face

Opening doors...
There is more...

More than stars,
More than universe's.

Doors ajar,
As well as shut.

Doors to everywhere,
doors to nowhere.

The space between,
Infinite and infinitesimal.

The cyclic nature of energy,
Never ending always beginning.

paradoxical alphas omega,
They are one in the same.

*Separation is a byproduct of consciousness.

Death of self...
Is only another door.

Opening doors...
There is More than planets,
More than galaxies,
More than universe's.

Doors ajar,
As well as shut.

Doors to everywhere,
And nowhere.

The space between,
Infinitely large,
And infinitesimally small.

The cyclic nature of energy.

Never ending always beginning.

paradoxical alphas omega,
They are one in the same.

Separation is a byproduct of consciousness.

Death of self...
Is only another door.

Beautiful your face
that mask you wear

but I can see the tears
the face you hide

between the stains
behind the smiles
a blackening

laughing like cries
silently screaming

a crack in the Great Divide
of who you are
and what the world will see