I sought to see the scattered seeds in the wake of my death.
From flesh to soil, stress to ease, as air no longer becomes breath.

Blood flows through rivers tangled, thoughts sink in oceans deep.
Heart beats as waves, tidal, tears become the skies that weep.

Bones to ashes, ashes to soil,
The vigor within, the roots that coil.
Blades of grass, towers of oak,
The whispers of wind, the words I spoke.

The nature of nature, dirt to dust,
Seasons change, but the earth is us.
The soul, the body. Life and Death.
True to time, Air becomes Breath.

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

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?

If I could move heaven and earth, I would find you again.
I've asked and asked, looked to the skies, said my Amens.
For you were just a girl, in the arms of a boy, foolish and naive.
Hopeful in the world, the empty promises, all that you believed.
Your heart broken, a yearn to mend, a need unspoken, a will to bend
But they robbed you of joy, lead you down a dark path
Instead of springs of water, taken to a bloodbath

If I could move the mountains, I would've never let you wander
I look back, the times I should've, all that I squandered
I missed the signs, disguised in anger and opposition
The cries for help, as you struggled with addiction
Like a demon inside, your beauty was a curse
Poison nectar whispered daily, to death it coerced

If I could turn back time, I would go back when you were mine
A little ball of energy, a daughter who's light just shined
Now all that I can wish is to hear your voice once more
Holding your cold hand, I beg and kneel to the floor
I pray again as I sit alone, you solemnly laying in bed
If I could move heaven and earth, I ask God to take me instead

Amber eyes light the path,
bells of glimmering hope
Embers fly with desire,
the scent of lingering smoke
Let stars be the guide,
Shed wings from my cloak
Icarus, Icarus, how far must you fall?

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?

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.