Dive in deep with me,
Let the waves wash over
And take us to eternity.

Hold me in your arms
And I'll hold you in mine,
Let the blue of the water,
Replace that of the sky,
But none of it matters like the blue in your eyes.

We'll sink fathoms below,
Where none dare go.
We'll go further down than the world knows,
And find paradise in a world unknown.

We'll drown in our love,
As bubbles pop at the surface.

When last had I seen you?
Frolicking across the burning sand,
Hand in hand.

Oh sweet Summer,
When last did you grace me with your presence?
What did I do to deserve this sentence?
Or is this my own penance?

Oh sweet Summer,
Is it you that bars my entrance?
Oh cruel Winter,
Is it you that will not let me go?
Or is it me,
That keeps myself alone?

Where do I go from here,
When I'm standing at the edge of my fear.

Drowning in an ocean of regret,
From this dismal course I've set.

Restart...please.

Take pity on those with fragile hearts,
Whose wounds don't heal,
But bear scars.

Open hearts bleed dry,
When open eyes set sight on the vast sky.

Immortal hearts but mortal bodies,
Soul and heart hold tight as mind and body let go.

Pity the fool who seeks love undying,
But praise those foolish enough to find it.

Dressed in red, you approached me.
I dare say you impressed,
Yet I expected nothing less.

You lifted your hand and I took to a knee,
Kissing it gently.

"I love you," I said.
And back you whispered words that need not be spoke,
The same words I had.

I finally found a place to escape,
Where i don't feel like there's an axe about to strike at my nape.

I know the executioners name,
Because when he pulls of that mask,
I just see my own face.

They say that everyone has a purpose but I just can't find my meaning,
I look out into the vastness of the world and I'm screaming,
But nobody hears me,
And that's what scares me.
Screaming into a void not empty but hollow,
They say if I want to make it, it's my feelings I have to swallow.

"Focus on the money,
So you can support a family,
Go nine to five everyday,
That'll make you happy."
But I can't see myself at a desk,
Just writing lines,
That lack all meaning,
But fits the bottom line.

I'm sorry I don't subscribe to your definition of happiness,
Sorry that I have a different view on what happy is.
Sorry that I don't want to be a doctor or an engineer.
Sorry that I'd rather write words than do mathematics all year.

No, im not sorry.
You told me to live life.
That's what I'm doing.
This is how I live, through my work and my art...
This is how I want to leave my mark.