I wish she could breathe

I wish she could sail beyond every ocean ever imagined

I wish she could life through the flowers and freely seize every feeling and every thought ever imagined

I wish she could breathe

I wish she could breathe

The church bells awaken your deepest doubt

They sing to you with torment

They taunt you - there's no way out

They've found you asleep in your chamber

Your doubts are not so unconscious now

The church bells are here
There is no escape

The screams she cries are rhythms creating a sinfully bliss tune

The tears she cries are fountains of wishful needs emerging from her soul

The pain in her eyes is relevant, yet dismissed by those who'd sacrifice her

I can feel all that needs to be felt,

But i can't quite feel all that should be felt

My eyes wander to the light and
I feel as it
They want to see more...

Something is blocking my vision

The vision of what should be felt

What should be disarmed in my mind of deceit

Dreaming of home in such basic terms is not enough to feed my hungry soul.

It's just a dream that's too far away to even count as a feeling that I lust for.

The poor girl was taken too soon
Why have you done this?

Such an innocent, radiant smile
Washed away by a sickly frown

A frown of not only sickness but pain
An aching, agonizing pain
A pain that you have caused

Why have you done this?
The poor girl was taken too soon

It's such a morbid world out there

Why don't you stay inside,

Where it can get worse?

Time is so hard to take care of and watch after,
It's the perfect illusion that we all would like to reach,
But can't.

A little bit of time is within us all,
However, only we can come out of the time we so desperately want.

Can you hear me?

I'm screaming, I'm falling upon a calling.

Can you hear me?

I'm yelping, I'm grasping upon a trap.

Can you hear me?

Please, please don't let go,
of my darling echo.

My cries I cry are like a song,
A sweet, coded melody;
So right and so wrong.

My pain is dated and weighted and strong,
And it turns my cries into
An enchanting song.

The youthful face of elegance is enchanting

The brave young heart is aching

for something more.


The doorknobs rattle to a dream

A dream leads to a compulsive, sincere

fear.

You can hide in the dark,
but I withhold night vision.

You can say words that make no sense,
but I can translate it all.

I see you, but seeing you is not enough
to live our such a glorious dream.

They can say it all but what do they really mean?

It can all be understood,
but somehow it's not.

The sweet serenity of hope arrives at my door...

Wanting more,
and taking it all.

So much to want,
but not enough to handle

Will it end too soon-
or not even start at all?

Splendor is not enough when the ocean crashes upon my heart.

The everlasting spring is once more disturbed by the scorching sun.

The sun within us all, whose can shine the brightest - when all I see is dark.

I'm drowning in a flood brought on by myself

The only light I can see is a false hope,

And the only words spoken to me are just a mere
social expectation.

I'm living in an endless void of want and desire.

It's gotten to be so intense,
I'm losing balance.

And the only way to disarm this hysteria is
for magic to happen.

All I ever wanted was never truly enough.

So why am I always finding myself here?

Locked up in my own isolated cage,
away from all that could be happening.

My dreams haven't yet failed me,
but I've surely failed my dreams.

They've configured it all- all for all.

Yet I'm here with nothing to withdraw
from my own personal experience.

I look around to see but all I see is what I want

And what I want is not enough
It won't carry me to where I desire to go

What I would like to face,
is what I could encounter

Yet nothing is in everything and as the end draws near,
all I can see is what I want

A misty morning can cover your lies,
but your regret will take your demise.

When the sun comes up, it will remember what the moon told it.
And what it knows- you can't hide from.

Soon the black cat will claw your admission right out of your mouth.
The difference is, you're not a mouse.
You can play, but you won't be able to get away.

Soon our pain won't amount to much thought
and we will surely die.

Names will be said,
words exchanged, and laughs protected
But eyes will stay locked in the mind
and remain over-protected.

Ever so wishes to get across,
would be mildly hard to even start.

Oh, the frustration and sighing grief-
Oh how uncanny the feelings run deep.

What would it take to live forever-
with nothing but bliss?

Dream after dream, this desire will dismiss.