Entranced within the enveloping dark,
I'm stuck alone with intangible thoughts,
Those that dwell in the mind constantly,
Ruled by the tyranny of doubt, and anxiety,
They rattle my mind, bouncing to and fro,
Reminding me that I'm desperately alone,
And they'll be my only solace.

There's a true terror, in your greatest enemy,
Being that which guides your every motion,
It seems like just as much as the mind is on your side,
It's waiting for the perfect moment to remind you,
Just why you're so insignificant.

Every action that you think correct,
Reflected back as a horrible misstep,
Or an embarrassing display of stupidity,
Another failure so plainly in view,
How can one succeed under such a critic?

Walking through the store,
Surrounded by racks of other lived world's,
Given to be shared with someone else,
My hands brushing across jackets and shoes,
Feeling where someone tripped,
Or where a moth found it's way.

My thoughts meander to my own world,
The scuffs decorating my shoes,
The fraying strings of this jacket,
The torn pocket of these jeans,
All part of me here, and wondering,
Just how much you'd see of me in them.

I'm passing the time all the while,
My search idling between,
The articles of lives, and the ones moving around me,
Waiting for the certain one that led me here,
Leaving me to fend alone for just a moment,
A slight grin my only clue to run on.

Wandering back down, my mind was a flutter,
Before me, radiant and glowing,
The magnificence of your presence
Breathing a whole new meaning,
To a prismatic dress,
And a perfect black jacket,
Captured so brilliantly,
In my enamored mind.

Whimsy and flowery language,
That's what I'm guided too when I think of you,
The softest of phrases, the gentler of thoughts,
A beating heart floating on the rivers of life,
Yearning simply to beat in unison with that one,
That feels so distressed and distant,
But is never more then a thought away.

Alas is it so,
That the flowery world of my mind is only there,
While the realities of the world rest heavily,
Upon the shoulders of your weary mind,
Making the joy mutually adored,
Feel like a pleasure unbeknownst to reality,
Distorted in the storm of disarray.

But, nonetheless that adoration persists,
It's permeates peace of mind,
Like a respite in the eye of that storm,
A resistant rebellion against the worst,
And a optimistic direction toward the future.

Oh it won't ever be,
So daunting and exhausting, navigating this world,
For by your side is a crew everwilling,
Led by a restless captain, with a light heart,
Yearning to beat in time with the queen of the sea.

theres an unraveling feeling building in his gut,
he sits in a cell, trapped amongst towering machinery
guts churning at they run idly against the walls
clinging to the voice on the other end,
spelling out despair
the grinding of metal becomes almost deafening
desperately trying to drown out the words spoken
but they ring ever present
things would be forever changed

its not a wonder things should be so very this way
the twisting thoughts of demons hanging overhead
one fears that if they get to close they might strike
rather dangerous when they cling so tight
what can one do but stand to help
against another's constricting shackles

maybe the dream will be enveloped in the mass
splitting the seems and rupturing the chaos
the cell could erupt and the future could lay bare
but maybe ever still
this place will be where it stays

its a comforting notion, this feeling i feel with you,
when i look at you, the constant buzz ceases,
the uncertainty melts, and the worries quiet,
i'm able to put it all aside, just for you,
and would it be selfish to say,
that i do it so i can see that soft, loving smile?
maybe so, but nevertheless,
my drive to see your joy is limitless.

A cold and shackled figure,
Hardly a husk of what once would be,
In the mirror it reflects a creature,
No human would ever care to see.

So distant from all other life,
The isolation has become a defense,
From the twisted world of the living,
So filled with overwhelming strife.

Standing solemn, eyes cast to the dirt,
Shackles secured firmly to the rock,
The birds surround his prison to mock,
The exiled being, and his surrender to suffering.

Alas, with frantic flapping they depart,
A gentle hand presses to the imprisoned heart,
The chains turn to sand and drop him free,
Eyes gazing up to his savior to be.

With stars for eyes, and the cosmos for hair,
How did his troubles turn her to care,
As she came down from her heavenly realm,
To bless such a meager, humble life?

He rose to his feet and without thought, mirrored her,
His hand, to her heart,
"This heart is yours, and yours to keep,
Hold it ever close and find love, limitless and deep."

Floating in the darkness of an endless dread,
Convinced it can only lead to lying dead,
Lost in the pits of what it means to be living,
A despair that just keeps on giving.

But, amidst this, keep driving forward,
Something drawing me away from the end,
A shoulder more then willing to lend,
A light in the distance to strive toward.