look beyond the midnight skies
well past where the dim light dies
what you might find in the dark
is a brand new way to realize

look beyond what your eyes see
to where your thoughts try to flee
what you might find in your mind
is a brand new way to be free

planting and then digging up the past
like grasping hands of shattered glass
scattered patterns come back fast
an attachment to the splattered mass

blackened fragments of first and last
spattered paths that lead right back
stabbing agony that will never pass
shackled to the everlasting black

I'm burnt
my emotions are too close to the surface now
raw reaction has me acting out of character
too much has happened
matters out of hand
it doesn't matter
can't make a mouse out of a man
made out of mountain granite
the wind the rain and time
might try
combined
to try my patience
I'll stand my ground
cut off my nose to spite my face
if needed
they want to take me down
they'll have to take me out in pieces
while I can spit in their eye
I will never
be
defeated

but for now I could cry