night’s name steers me
to the silent reverie of your hands
for a fleeting moment
no dawn chases us, no time defines us
no shadow dulls our glow
without notice the horizon itself is drifting
my hands' yearning is as calm
as a wing over moonlit seas

ask me how I've learned
to crave before I've tasted —
and I'll answer not in words

My heart is a hurricane

And sometimes I am lost.

My head falls to clouds

And the lightning

Shatters my hope.

There are moments of

Weakness—sure,

Although I can see

The rainbow waiting.

What is this world
It makes no sense
The good people die
And the bad people thrive

The lovers are forced to fight
The pacifists forced to ****
The depressed forced to smile
The artists forced to destroy

Right and wrong is objective
Morals is just perspective
We all fall prey to deception
And they all try to silence our objections

If you aren't rich or powerful
Your voice has no meaning
No one will hear your cries
No one will hear your pleading