Oh I never wake in fear

at men who scream and men who sneer

and people chanting, "hounds draw near!"

Oh I never wake in fear.



The ignorance of jeers and hate

are always thrashing at the gate,

but all they do is seal our fate

for I never wake in fear.



The warden points and dogs do bite

in finding ways to prove what's right.

While all we do is breed despite

and I never wake in fear.



His lasting words, a dying impression

draw from wrath a pleading confession

laughing at a virtue regression

still I never wake in fear.



You hope they shiver at your blade..?

At all the WONDEROUS things you've made?

When all their morals, you invade?

Strange I never wake in fear!



How you claw, to fully erase

the hopeless, foul things in this place.

When mirrors are your only face...

why can't I ever wake in fear?



My time is done, my mind is clear.

Yet, still I wonder why I'm here...

With hope, one day, I'll shed a tear,

the day that I wake up in fear...

I hear the trees speak in the wind.

Whispers of grandeur and long forgotten majesty.

Arms grasping to the heavens, always reaching.

Do they not live and die? Do they not breathe and live?

Roots grasp for water like tongues parched in the desert.

Do they not grow? Do they not bleed?

I hear the trees speak in the wind.

When you dance with the devil, the devil don't change.

The devil changes you.



-8MM

It does not matter whether god is here or not.


Because we are here.

You are the one who can play the piano keys of my heart.
You can pluck the strings of my dreams. An orchestra of romance and tranquility and a concerto of gentleness and fire.
Memories and ghosts haunt us all and keep us afraid.
They tighten us and whisper in our ears that we are failures and that we deserve to be in pain.


I can be the exception.


I can be the voice in your ear.
What they said does not matter.

Ghosts cannot survive in the sunlight, and I want to bathe you in it.
I want to make you feel as beautiful as you are.
As long as you are smiling, the earth will spin a little happier and the stars will burn a little brighter.
As long as you keep the fire in your heart, hope for a reality better than this remains.
Close your eyes.
Let go of your fear.
Listen to me when I tell you that you are why the sun is so eager to poke his head over the horizon.
I will whisper in your ear and I will hold you.
I will be the exception.
Be brave my love.

Stay you.

I am playing with fire,
because apparently I haven't learned.
I'm playing with fire,
and I am not the one who will get burned.

I want what I will never have and I have what I could never want.

I look in the mirror and see a man, or what the world says a man should be.
I see strong shoulders and I see eyes that are doing their best not to turn cold.

At times I see a stranger.
A ghost.
A figure that just wants freedom.
But what is freedom?
Is freedom giving up and letting the waves of others carry you away?
Is freedom constantly fighting to stay above water and getting funny looks in the street?
I ask the man in the mirror the same question and he just shakes his head and walks away.
A boy is left standing there.
He gently smiles.