I may not compare
to you
Or anyone
But that's okay
There's no one better
At me
With my thoughts
With my dreams
Literally
what's your big
Idea
On life
On death
On hate
On joy
So yes
I may not compare
That's fine
As long as I am breathing
Away in my own world

I've met death
We've conversed
Talked of life
His sister
He complained
Of being seen as evil
Not a just being
The weight is baring him down
I can plainly see it
Your stress has to go some where
He can bear it
Or turn it unto us
The entirety of the human race
A balance of power
so thrown off
So give me a little
I beg
He will not
I have a plan
To call out life
Send for misfortune
And luck
Split the burden
Apart
So yes I've met
Death
Life
Good luck
to those who live
And those who are dead
You'll need it

Tomorrow
I
Live
Life

Iridescent

Dreams have
Inexplicable
Explanations

In describe able  (I can't spell it! Help? )

Will
Inscribed
In my bones
Like scars
Luminescent darkness

Love
Is a
Volatile
Experiment

Hardest part of
A day it the
Part in which you remember the
Past and say to
Yourself that your okay

I carry a broken compass
It's a store bought thing
It's been dropped so many times
When compared it points the wrong way
Always pointing south
When north is the other way
Now though the needle doesn't move
I've gotten lost a few times
But I have found my way
Somebody bought me a necklace
It's a pendant
It's a compass rose
Show me the way
Through this hell
It's sterling silver
For protect
Came with the words
'To help you find your way
May your journey
Give way to the adventure
Of never dying '
Odd way to put it
I carry a broken compass
Maybe it will point
Me to the end

It's pulsing along with the beat of my heart
With heavy heart and heavier mind
It sings of seven poisons laced dart
Or of three deciding fate of mine
'I've done nothing '
Pleads the side of you unwilling to Die
'And that is everything '
Says your mutinous lie
But can anyone trust lies?
Can anyone define life
without the words of others
That four chambered thing in my chest
It picks up speed
Then slows
Like the arcs in books
Or maybe in the orchestra hall
I like the grey sky
You can only see as far as you can imagine
Though it warps slightly
For me

Blacked out heart
closed off mind
Praying to gods I don't believe in
Forget what I said
Forget me
For there's a part of me
Hidden away
Locked away
I've lost the key
To the box
My one eighth soul shard
Hides in
So what if you can see
the beast inside of me
Lost in a cage
Let me out of this rage
In this haze
Of dreams

It's a crowded place
Up here
In my mind
The radio is always on
A voice of self-hatred
Takes root in my head
A soft glow of joy
Cowers behind self-preservation
it's dark in my imagination