If I could open up I would let all of these feelings out. I’d let them scatter and fall and sink to and through the oceans of endless pasts. I’d let them live behind me forever where they belong and should have resided from the start. No more aimless wondering, no more thinking of ways to cope. Finally being able to converge onto what truly matters most.

Happiness slightly ahead of my grasp, inching away as I feel the comfort and warmth that seeps from it’s aura. There only waits a void of incomplete, unreachable depths, dark as the blind stare into shut eyelids. Squeezing out every possible ounce of light. Sometimes it seems easy to let go and be lost in the abyss of helplessness to be alone with nothing but forgotten shadows.
The complexity so simple to understand but less likely to be obtained. With a constant urge to grasp and feel. To devour the feelings of endless torment to one day enjoy the soft sweet touch of what we all wish to achieve, to contain, to supply.

I do not perceive the notions of which build to create the enigma which we seem to seek intuitively. A naturalistic view that fuels our will to continue, to thrive, to understand. One day, far away, or closer than that, the end will be the start of what we once did not have and what we will never choose to release.

Long talks with pointless plots
Words we never heard shimmer in the wind
The cold breeze with attempts to break us free you and me Snow-white woke us up from a middays night to a rare of sights

Highlights of picture perfect memories floating in my head
Giving flight to what lay dormant for so long, that which I have yet said
You've placed reasonable doubt in actions I've left undealt
But look to the sky for my downfalls may come clear and high as Orion's Belt

Something struggling slowly stuttering to breath life once again
A flicker set forth gives hope of strength now and then
Tell me once more how impractical it'd be to live and not know
Through trials and tribulations though not appealing is how we'll grow  

Living on a clock its a ticking time bomb
Condensing each moment but it's my time I thrive on
Stop a moment **** the timer
wide eyed take a breath and hold it
Remember remember before its gone a piece to life's puzzle no need for force or brawn

Tender in all you've rendered complete for most of what's remembered
It's the little things like when and where not who or why just that we were there
No explanation needed for a proper teaching of how you should be treated true
Though human err exists I swear I'm not made of this and that I promise you

For a gift is what time is in this moment
temporarily pleasant or even heavenly for a peasant
Embracing the ticking of every hours races because
Time with you is no better time than thee present.

Mental debates of moving on and
Leaving the past, she dreams
Of working things out to make
Them last, she’s all too familiar
With solitude, its wonders,
Its dedication to her companionship

They walk hand in hand
Looking, staring at silhouettes, still vivid
and bright as the day that she first opened
Her eyes to Dalia smirks, truly hurt
She watches in awe
As he carefully places
The pieces to the puzzle of
A black and white field

Strategies flow easily from behind
The dam that is a set of porcelain eyes
Sworn to secrecy only for self fulfillment
Along the checkered floor she explored
Boundaries she had never encountered
He leads her as his pawn of choice

Through torturous escapades against
Rookie creatures and staggering Horsemen
They wane on her chances of successfully
Obtaining the crown of glory
He pushes her forward with a touch
Soft and soothing, no reason
To doubt his reasoning

She gives up the greatest of gifts, trust
In his hands she quietly moves
With no complaints, forward
Out toward a troublesome mine field

With every space she’s placed in
She’s laced with waste traced with her Demise,
he plays the creator,
How humorous it seems
The slightest sense of secure attachment
Provides a false sense of security
The way he touches her persuades
Her he’ll never let her fall

In his embrace she doesn’t see
The smirk of disgust as his face
Twisted, wretched and gruesome
Grins at the only pleasure she provides him
Empty bliss he can only wish to fill
His grasp, once tender and warm
Clenches down on her with splintering pain

With silent screams of despair
She comes closer to her peril
Glimmering crown, in the scope of her sight
The only sense of hope left in her mind
The next move can be her last
With only hopes of a clear road
As he once again guides her

Calm and steady with the kindness
He once displayed when she
Naïvely dreamt of how her life
Truly should become
Her struggles slowly ease away
From the pain she once felt

Never showed it even in the
Biggest battles he lead her through
Now she lay motionless alongside her
Fallen obstacles in complete darkness

Six cold silent walls surround
Her in her slumber until another
Cruel puppeteer falls across
The coffin of demise and despair