As I stand amongst
Tracks of iron and pebble
I try to jump in

But the brazen bull
Comes storming in with anger
But it is too late

A fine, crisp rosebud
Amongst the surface, afloat
Uncover your crimson fruit

For I am holding
A mere skeleton of roots
For your empty skin

I know I can't see you
And I can't hear you
But I know I hold you dear
In my heart

I can't hold you
I can't feel you
But I know that I want
To be with you

For you I wake up
And stare at my screen
Waiting to see
X is typing

With both feet I stand in the soil
Nurturing my roots for eternity
As I stand tall, I am a haven, I am a creator
Ingrained with needles and thorns, I yield

For how long I wandered past the ruins I call my home
For how long I carried this numb, rotting case
Here I stand at my final resting place underneath the hollow sun
Empty sunrays on my face for I feel nothing

I am a haven, I am a creator
The roots are a palace and hold me dear
Carrying the seeds I sow at my barren grave
Whilst feeding them with my own corpse

And here I stood before my own grave
Crumbling walls clad with blood and dust
As I stride past the abandoned remnants of the palace
That once held its glory but now remained stoic in destruction

You are my sunshine
When you think you aren't
You are my haven
When all seemed lost

You are my fortress
That protects me dearly
You are the forest
That conceals my grief

And ever so longing
For a moment so brief
I wish you knew
How much I believe

In you
Just you

Vectors trace my shell for I have thrown away
The bonds I created flounder with the demons
That do not exist, yet remain locked in my skull

You wonder, his lips are moving
But you cannot hear a sound
You wonder, his eyes are open
But you cannot see the light

You grasp in the air
You miss

Of many broken words
I sat in secretion
Amongst the remnants of my very soul
Pouring my heart in the sand

Tiny critters scatter on the surface
Like a colony of ants
For inspiration is many
Yet execution lacks