I roam
These empty hallways
Tread on broken glass
That reflects you
And the little moments
I treasure so much.

I use my hands
Those which slipped into yours so perfectly
Like a puzzle piece
To pick up those shattered pieces.
They're scratched
By the sharp edges
That pierce my skin.

I carry those wisps of memories
in my arms
Those I used to wrap around you
In warm embrace.
They're ******,
Cut by the glass
Pressed against them.

I roam these empty hallways
Trying to
Collect memories,
Both good and bad.
But inside,
I hope that
Maybe,
Just maybe
I'll find you too,
Roaming these empty hallways
Picking up the
Fragments of us.

I'm thinking of turning to god
could I seek the righteous path?
Can I get onto track?
The devils calling holds me back perhaps
Born into this universe
Neglected as I've grown
Into a man unloved by many
That might be why
if I've became unfriendly

I know that I have faults
I do not shy or blame the cosmos
I still love me for me and see
That quality within others
that I seek
I'm thinking about turning to god
Because i feel alone within my thoughts
I've thought outside and in the box
And perhaps 'god' is all that I have ever saught

All that I have ever got
Is what at first, is what I gave
when I leave this universe
'god' has not fired me
I just quit this silly game

layers of dark
cold sadness

a sacred and profound
inner experience

emptiness
shows the strength
to be filled again the

There is a certain beauty
found in silence, terror too.

Be true to oneself
Not a follower of man
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Be not a slave
To ones mind
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Believe that you can
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Be brave ~take risks
Only then will you see
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Being true to oneself
Will then set you ~~free
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Our perception of the world
Is held by the reflection of our thoughts~