In the jungles of life and death
A machine groans for every breath
Tubes and lines, artificial vines
Chirping beeps and screeches, the vital signs

Sleeping beauty, hearts anxiously aching
If only kisses could mean her waking
Bedside guardians, her parents praying
Like old films, their memories replaying

Her sun sets and lights begin to fade
No farewell enough, as tears cascade
Love lost too soon, she says goodbye
An angel gains new wings to fly

Summer sun somewhere fun
Light sprinkles through the leaves
Birds flocking in the trees

Summer sea filled with glee
We walk together hand in hand
Our memories, steps in the sand

Summer night feeling right
Dancing slow in evening breeze
Our hearts in beat, together at ease

In desolate places, I leave all my faces.
The masks and disguises, construction of lies.
The spotlight of fear, my delight and dimise.

As curtains close, applause fades,
alone with the shadows of self that pervades.
Ghosts of the past, that once were true.
Withered and lost, in my daily debut.
To please and to pleasure, a pointless measure.
Unable to escape, I'm asleep but awake.

I wriggle and writh in my own divide,
tearing apart from depths deep inside.
Empty halls and vacant seats,
angels and demons fatefully meet.

Crimson flows as roses fall,
the closing act as curtains call.
My death is rebirth, the dove and the crow,
a final bow at the end of my show.

You and I, we've grown together.
Like saplings planted next to one another.
Our roots, they've tangled, slowly intertwined,
Our branches often mangled, when views misaligned.
But in the end, we're two, together.
Birth and blood, brother and sister.

Yet there comes a time, where we become uprooted.
For ways we chose and thought were better suited.
Then one day you're here, the next you're gone.
Nothing more but memories to call upon.

I miss your voice, your smile, your laughter.
I dream of you, the shadows I chase after
I'm riddled in fear, wake up in a sweat
What if in time, it's you I forget?

Take me back to when we were young,
When songs and rhymes together we sung.
But memories drag me down below,
If you were alive, would you let me go?

Empty and mysterious, the hole in my heart.
Hungry and curious, the mind from the start.

The juggling of thoughts, the tightrope of emotions,
Is life just a circus of my conflicting notions?

If passion is purpose, and pursuit comes within,
How hollow and bare, the depths under skin

If life is lived as time passes by,
Am I but a soul that lives to die?