He beats my daylight
Oh, carelessly
The cross my dearest carries
He carries to me
And
I love him
Empty are my dark skies
Outside the light inside his eyes
I know now
This flame of mine has to die
And
I love him

A retribution we could not defy
To heed the suffering would be to die
Hell bent, to veil what time cannot conceal
Burried underneath countless convictions

A shelter you created

There is no perfect thing that exsists, only the perfection two halves create to make a whole. This is unsurpassed. People completing what's missing in each other. It is not to be understood.
Perfect is, never really seeing the immense universe that surrounds us until we find it in someone else's eyes. All other perceptions of perfect are only a distortion. That is unreal.
And tooth and nail will be forever lost trying to hold on but we must fight to see it. Hold on to it. Lose a lifetime to it. If we cannot open our eyes we are all, eternally lost;
There is no perfect person who stands alone. This is why we are all lost in the crowd, it's a struggle to fight ourselves to see this. An illusion is easier to accept. So do we?
A shallow hungry world that only takes. An imitation of a sun, false and burnt out. Starving everyone as we are none the wiser.
Be gentle and magnanimous and allow it in. We choose. Change. We choose. Virtue.
Refuse the things that are too easily swallowed. Put up a fight. Welcome the true nature of perfection, the only one that's real.

We are octopi
Cloaking in disguise
Unrecognizable, to the wandering eye
Hiding from each other while unfolding inside
We are alive in this soil
Growing into one another
Endlessly entwined
Stripped of omissions
Without separation
We are a tree rooted deep in the grounds, standing before the barriers of Zion,
our own holy land
And love is a bird, caged in the sky
Released
Everytime we kiss
A living breathing creature who cannot be captured after recalling the sun
Freedom floats from your own soul to mine
Underneath the the earth we grow together
Lost to time

Oppressed by a vision that keeps me in the ground
I lay inside of it where I cannot be found
Immersed in all these shadows I can't say which is my own
You saw it once, then it was gone
Ingested by a tragic neurosis that ****** my mind
But I can take it all because I'm by your side
Conceptual self stimulation helps to swallow it down,
as I fall evermore further into this ground
For seconds we come simultaneously, reproducing these lies
I am yours and you are mine
I take it all because I'm by your side
An overconsumption reshapes my eyes
You are trauma,
And I've become blind
Still I can take it all because I'm by your side
Breaking the face on my own virtue
Everytime you speak I suffer the loss of my intention
And I vent so much just so I can bend
Polluted in this ground where I wait to bloom
You're the only one who can make me rise and you can't even see the pitiful side
All your unease hooks me back into the ground
Now I'm here where I cannot be found
Without you,
I break the face of my own virtue
When you speak I suffer the loss of all intention
And I vent so much just so I can bend back,
Filthy in the ground where I wait for you to let me grow
Mutating into the weeping willow;
This is how cut-off I really am
But you can't see me even after I take your hand
I let you go, and I'm falling,
Without you

I am nothing

When you cease to suffer I will still be here
I have loved,
And lost
And it holds me in contempt
Delightful vandal,
You were all I ever dreamt
A fool who beholds behind tinted glass
******, to forever see you were only three hundred times better than me
And I, between my own devlis in a deep blue sea
So it began
What will be will be
Sweet ruin, how shall I compare
More than a man, but less than fair
Received in wonder a light to make this flower bloom
You were the sun I gracefully sat under
A thousand sweet mysteries I whispered in reverence
Just to lay there, where the rays burnt my skin
Once, I felt life begin
I kissed you
Lips that mirrored my own
Muted with time
How long have I waited in my own cursed reason
Oh how I hate it
To love is to fear, and fear I did
Trembling in an ache
Committing to it's will
In heated pursuit, vexed by loved
My lust was like a child
I blushed underneath your pale light and overfed your starved appetite
A wide eyed child who walked through the flames of your fire
Burnt my own feet for this shame and desire
If thou wilt never look upon me again, thy shan't ever look upon another...
Our language is broken
My painful eyes are now wide open
Watching your shame
We're we not one in the same?
My tears will quench this ache inside and the breeze will always blow them dry

Even as an empty thing of flesh and bone you were still beautiful, and not of stone
..... I am forever beneath the sun

Take it all away again and don’t stop breathing
Who knew I could take all these beatings
I'm alive,
Only to decline an invitation to live in this situation
Where love is only conditional
I grow invisible
I can’t manifest and I can’t disappear
I just sit and wonder what the **** I’m doing here
You don’t need me, and that’s why you can’t see me
I'm fading but you’re see through
And this is just another hole I fell into
A pipe dream that that could never be true
Still, all I ever wanted was you
And one last time could never be enough
A million times I could tell myself it wasn’t love
But my mind is cursed…
Dissecting a situation
Trying to quiet the imagination
But you're too careless, and we’re just unkind
Only ever taping up these holes and leaving it all behind
You’re mind, a black hole ******* all that matters right from my chest,
You’re lies are like stains on my only white dress
Lies that live easy cause the truths no fun
Another round of bullets babe! Can you just hold this gun?
What good will it do now though? We're already alone
Somehow I always knew one day you’d leave home
Sin will go unconfessed
Mistakes, locked away in an iron chest
How were we supposed to ever confess
If you can’t see it then it's not real
But when was that ever part of the deal?
These are just metaphors, but here’s the feel bad,
Babe
These are your scars and your bags, and they’ll always be packed
So put on your little rouge act
But this is nothing but a comfort zone and it's all you can ever call your own
That’s all you can hope to know
And if you continue running it’ll be too late
A cycle in repeat that only ever ends in hate
Pushing everything aside
Beautiful creature, you never learned how not to hide
Time won't ever be on your side…
But these choices will be all your own, to own
So make a conscious one that we can condone