i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars

Hell on earth isn't so bad, I've been through the dust of the past settling upon the horizon;
I've seen the end of hopelessness, witnessed my wildest fantasy's crumble like the autumn
leaves on a tree.
but i endure, off of 2 hours of rest; my body runs on prayers..
fueled by water, with no words to make the days feel softer..
the time has come where i must commit to myself or be tossed down stream by the
vengeful currents of life.
I've tried, and i'm still trying to search for something greater than nothing.
The horrible suspense is enough to drive tame people insane;
but i endure, as my soul is different.. intertwined by the tragedies of 100 years of oppression..
isolation is my only friend now. It grips my thoughts faster than I can release them.
but I let it, in hopes one day things will have a better outcome.
but whatever dreams may come.

Captured features of a dangerous creature named love; claims to be heavenly, the sudden sweet melody/
it burns hotter than fire, keeps you awake at night so all day you're left tired; exhaustion sets in as it takes control of our breath and presses play./
be careful as it takes it to the extreme, conceal and conceive every daydream; reveals defeat, an elite routine breaking the beams of the highest built barriers/
i don't know what can be scarier, keeping sanity forever or reliance on another soul; a casual casualty disguised as a masterpiece, a skillfully hidden tragedy/
no flaws in the strategy, the audacity for the ego to stare back from the vanity, must be royalty; hidden from her majesty/
a calamity hastily crafted from fantasy; going against my nature a heart in catastrophe. Hateful happy analogy practically a mortality/
nothing promises compatibility, temporarily the center of gravity. not a false start, proof for the fact its lost art/
understandably i found it myself lost in a spiral galaxy. naturally searching for relief; tie a rope and release/
taken to extremes are just what i perceive, bittersweet agony is all that i can see..

Treacherous skies, she calls in the distance..
as ive come to understand, my wings;
shiver as she whispers..
is it my name? or is she telling me something different.
Oh, how i crave the wind in my face;
sweet sorrow, retaliating with its last embrace.
Just for a moment.. melancholy's her name.
With the most beautiful voice; soft like rose petals; calmly floating down stream.
If I were to decide today's the day i trust in my wings..
I wonder if i should ever see the world the same.
Jump! i hear another  voice..
claim the skies as if it were a gift; slowly but surely i feel the soft glow of sunlight.
soft and subtle.
melancholy seeps from view..
as if in a dream; my wings take flight.

They met in a pink field,
And they fell in love
with the slowness of a blooming flower.

They drank all their essences
as dry roots do with the rain.

Suddenly it became too much,
And their dried up
as a rose without oxygen.

Put down your bottle
Drink some fresh air
You can't conjure hell
If you're already there
Stop sipping confidence
This ichor wears out
It empties anxieties
Then fills you with doubt.

You're my point of reference
How I know I exist

She demands my attention
Yet chooses not to disclose herself
And stays hidden

With such great ambiguity
She whisper words
That lingers infinitely
In the echoing vortex of my imagination

Am i to b intimidated by her existence
Or to embrace her whispering intuitions
The road it leads to, is far too less travelled
Is this insanity or a work of a miracle

She never leaves me idle
For her presence is forever felt
In between the crippled thoughts
Dancing in her own rhythm