t’s hard, to use the method of escapism to deal with the reality around

For writing, music, games, art, reading, can be mesmerizing to distract

But sometimes it isn’t enough

And you still have to cry into a pillow alone at nights

Though it may sound as melodrama, the harsh reality is it’s true

For many are not lucky to have grown up in good homes

To have had loving and caring parents

That pain sits like a razorblade pillar in your stomach

And your tears sting your cheeks like saltwater acid

Then you have to muster up strength, and keep your hopes on an even level

And for those that are the unfourtunate ones, always know that you are wonderful

And that your cage isn’t permanent

I once walked upon the house of god, inside was a fog made of dust
The spiders silk all along the walls, the stale air of times neglect
And I saw a chair at the end of the hall, etched in blood I saw words
Throne it said, and no sign of life was around the house
Only the succumbing feeling of uneasiness, uncertainty
Was this the house of god, or was the just a house, merely a house
Had I found something I was never meant to find

Progress is a road paved with blood and sorrow, change is never truly peaceful

We as a nation must keep hope as a candle, lit in the darkest corners of our species

For we must not let those that sacrificed, become the statistics of meaninglessness

So we must walk with heavy hearts, and lead boots on bones and blood

For we will see a sunlight above the fog drenched roads

And the shining fate will be there to greet

For we are deserved better

Than sorrow and senseless cruelty

The romance you try to find, in all the little absences that no one seems to be aware of

The lone flower among the sidewalk cracks, the simple rays of light through the leaves

The purity you have to try and look for that, is something to be treasured in a world like this

Never try to give that up for another view, this world is cruel from the skies to the streets

You hold something organic that not many people have, nor too many people appreciate

But you musn’t let that cynical claw break your wings, for you have a pure soul that can help

Even if you don’t think that you can contribute, you are innocently unaware the kindess the world needs from you

You write such beautiful stanzas from the steps you take, the small smiles you give to the sidewalk warriors across the town

From the gentle touch you give the hurt pigeon on the steps, to the small laugh you direct to the mothers child

You have such a grace about you, you hold something purely universal in the fingertip hymns you conduct on those cups of water

You must never lose that joy you have so naturally, for it is infectious to those that see you as something to inspire towards

Magnificent is your speech about the breeze in the afternoon, you talk with an open choir of unapologetic happiness

Somehow you are a living version of a sonnet, a painting that walked away from the ink, and dawned flesh and bone

There’s confusion to try and figure your presence, for you are a candle of vanilla evenings, a soothing bible psalm in the eve of dark

Don’t give up your flower crown for one of thorns, you hold a golden river in the lovely iris of your eyes, an oasis in those freckeled cheeks

Sunshine in this morning can not look as radiant as your exuberant state,

illuminating you are to the day as it washes by on your waltzing beaches

How the atlas ribs seem to map out your inner content, something of the biblical purity, but never do you judge

Only to you help and love in the maelstorm that can arise, a rare type of creature you are, rare and excitingly amazing

Are we what we think we are?

Beast…

Human...

Monster…

God…

Do we live in the space of reality, or merely the reailty of a fantasys delusion
Do you hold the serpents tongue? Do your palms seek to destory creation?
Who is the child of Christ, when God is the curve of the Devil’s smile
Do we seek the bliss of human community, or do we wish to merely control what we want?
Are we the true heart of darkness?
Or are we merely the blood pumping that most poison of ruby

In the afternoon sun, a swarm of bees confided in me of the days ahead

They spoke of their deaths in a sorrow and fear, that they knew their lives were set to a fast clock

They told me of their ancient wisdom, how they have been since the days before human

They told me of the pestilence that will arise from their departure, and to take caution in their premonition

We will be to blame for what happens when we leave, they said

But it will be the human ego that starts the fire, and greed will have been the gasoline

Those trees will beging to dry, the animals become famined and dead to you

Take our warning with dread and awareness, for this a future that is sure to happen

Humanity will have been its own destruction

There is light in the world, there is no need to argue about it so

But we must not let that light blind us, for there is an inferno among ourselves

And it grows deeper with each apathetic minute

Apathy is a most infectious disease, a grueling illness in the hearts of the human populous

For if there is no cure of this plague, it will surely be the sounding horn to our own extinction

There’s no amount of poetry that can mend a pain, there aren’t enough romantic words in the lexicon of languages to mend sorrow.

To live around venom everyday is a challenge, to have your character attacked or ridiculed on constant basis is a deep abyss in the heart.

To be told you are waste, not the same, not following, sinful, confused, submissive, ignorant, flamboyant, deviant, *****, unhealthy, heavy, obese, loose, lustful, primal, degenerate, ****, faking, crazy, miserable  words of the ones that don’t fit against the normal waves of society

It’s easy to say ignore, it’s docile to say just let hate slide off of you, but humans don’t simply remain happy under constant sorrow and hate.

We don’t live in a reality of fairness and equality, no docility or friendliness, no mutual respect or kindness

Those who say we do, are ones that don’t see the darkness that is evolving and expanding around.

Melting rain sprawling on the asphalt, mirroring the desolate buildings around.

With the beat down pick up truck parked near the gas station close by, it’s occupant smoking there last cigarette.

A smokestack stands alone near the lake, radiating a feeling of isolation, an obelisk of stasis.

Driving along seeing around, a town filled with failed lives and Leviticus in minds.

A masking plume seeps from the mouth of the stone giant, it exhales a heavy song of sorrow.

So many details that give a feeling of dread, driving past these images everyday kills the hope of getting out.

The blurred lines of reality and romantic denial seem to shape the mind. And I’ll ponder this dread, in the middle of gods belt, with the true masses of the country.

I have a heart full of doubt, my eyes fogged with the deafend sounds of a hope, that I can’t seem to find

My cage is closing in on me, my wings losing the feathers with each gust of hurricane sorrows

But I must chip away at this copper wire, for I can see a sun outside that glass

I had a dream, that one day I would walk among the grass, and the sun would set on my back

There was a dream, of a day were I would be free, but it seems that it has slipped by

I know that its not an easy sorrow, I must take each one as the pain of a stab

But I have to keep my mind in sleep, for I must keep having that same dream

For it is the picture I put to my eyes, to put my mind to the painting I must bring to life

I had a dream, that one day I would swim in blue waters, and the moon would look as full as my cup

For I am tired of this hunger, I wish to have the honey of a greater path, to have my belly full with the fruits of this fabled joyous life

But it hasn’t come yet, and I sit with my eyes blackened by the soot of this burning cage, I feel the burn evaporate the marrow among my bones

I have to press forward, as a stream among a forest canvas, I must find the waterfall to reach the larger waters

I had a dream, that one day my wings would glow from the sun, as I flew through the sky as fast as the whispers of better angels

How the sky looks peaceful in its existence
The envy I hold against it, I wish for something like that
How those colors seem to look so tranquil
How I wish I was in that state, a sky in peace
How tranquil it would be, how so greatly docile

he approach of this transgression is peculair in strain, if it’s merely moment of lucidity

Or if it is a eternal chaos that cycles as the cosmos, natural and aware in the state of the matter

The thought of it something to conduct the mind to fear, electrical sorrows that siphon to the bones in your hands

Shaking as the leaves of the willow in gales, sweating with the chills of unknown futures

Myabe tomorrow will be a different kind of day, something that may catch me by surprise, that will give me the most joyous sense of content

It will happen with unexpected grace, a day that may be filled with happiness and grace, something that will come as a sunrise among the clouds

I don’t wish for something of lavish action, nothing within the realms of grandiose, no requirement to have a vein of amazement

Tranquility and peace are something that would be nice, simple leisures that the birds always enjoy, that the deer in the forest enjoy in twilight

Maybe this is something that will happen tomorrow

Whisper no more, my sweet emerald
Save your breath, for the final moment
Sleep soundly now, in this end
My pain has ruptured, at your departure

I was never truly, able to save you
Now in this moment, I can do my best
To calm you now, as the darkness comes
And be the sunlight, that you always wanted

There’s a sad air that resides here, it came when the rain began it’s long spell

It sits with me as a ghost, an old friend that I have forgotten about

It sits with me by candlelight, and watches the flam flicker along with me

Curious it wanders across my room, looking at old relics of happier memories, wondering were it all went

The low hum of the roof being caressed by the rain, it is the only sound I wish to raise my head towards



Outside I look towards the woods, and I see the faint color of faded green

From the slips of my window blinds, I can observe the world with a faint smile

As the night begins to set, the rain is still blessing us with its presence

So I sit with another candlelit moment, as the ghost and I read our stories, to escape the world we breathe in now



Now the morning has come, and I’ve seemed to run out of candles

The ghost weary from its restless slumber, as am I

Another day it seems has come to fruition, another one with the smell of rain

As if the world is on a cycle, or merely my mind has begun to bleed reality, into my own dreams

Sardonic is the day against the trees, how it looks to cast judgement upon the ground

What vitirol it holds for the human realm, how it seethes with poison on the soil

The day is doomed with this aura, never will it become more than just a somber storm

For the day has turned a vengful shade of red, it has shown its teeth to the sun, it has scraped its claws against the moon

Out the window the signs are clear, that the tides will not react to this haze, they will restrict and cower

So I look at the sky, and know the day is not at hand, I am alone in souless elements, only my will to call on in trials

he moon I share a kindred sense with, it hovers alone in the void of the cosmos, never really seeing life

But it glows with such a radiance, how majestic it mirrors, illuminating in the gaze of all to see

I look at the magnificent with a sense of sadness, and a sense of almost… faded envy

I do not hold the wonder it holds, the grace or beauty it radiates every night

I am just a shadow, sitting on the edge of a veil, alone with my bruised innocence

Alone with my tearful eyes, sitting with my thoughts, watching the moon up high above

This whirlwind picks up the most peculiar things, the thorns of the barbs, the pines off the trees

I always see it approaching everyday, it holds a dark unknown inside of it, it is shaded with uncertain affirmation

If I jump into this oddity of a force, will it hurl me to another rabbit hole, will it sweep me away from this plain

Will it set me to another realm, one where these scarecrows won’t cast the droning sorrow among the fields

One were my veins run pure with silver and water, were my eyes may be glazed with tranquility

Were the wild flowers seem to dance with the orchestration of the gales, were the hares seem to sit with peace among their furs

To a place were I walk among the forgotten vineyards of a past ghost, were I may set my feet to the slumbering soil around

Were I may dip my hands to the rivers around, and feel the mineral bliss of natures wholesome warmth

I’ve come to the apex of a Greek tragedy, the operatic sorrow of this moment is chilling to the skin

How the tears of Dionysus flow as a stream across this granite eclipse, it hardens the marrow inside the bones

This is the sun & moon, waning to the tunes of mythological thoughts, the midnight ringing close

Waiting to see how it ends, if it ever ends

If it ever ends

The Devil told me as I sat legs crossed, in the dreary wheat fields I spend my time

That the world is a dark place, cruel and malicious in its nature, that God merely is a vacant father to his children

The Devil spoke of his disdain; his contempt for God, how he loathed him so

That he was merely only the gatekeeper, that the evil of humanity did not come from Hell, but came from within

I looked with a dreary gaze and said what of evil, is that how you say it is so for this world?

Maybe God never wanted this to be correct, merely a test, a trial on how things would transpire

Maybe he knew all along how it would go, maybe he knew that this moment would come to fruition

Maybe you are God yourself? Dressed in devils skin to mask the sin you will not admit to

Maybe you are afraid of what you have done, afraid to know the dark honesty of all this

Maybe because you aren’t so powerful, merely human, as human as the rest of the world

Sweet sunflower, never set your gaze to the ground

Always keep your golden joy to the blue eternity

You are something of magic, an etheral miracle of the natural order

Never take those moments of sadness as permanent

For you are radiating, somehow the sun planted to the earth

What diety made you I do not know

But you are something beyond special

Beyond the mortal definition of tremendous

You are something more

When the bombs fell, the world put on a different dress
It wasn’t made of silk and cotton, but of charred flesh
The waters turned to rot, the life seemed to disappear
The beds of the young became fire, they didn’t have a chance to fear

When the bombs fell, humanity took a hard swig
For it knew of the damage done, it was already feeling sick
As the screams echoed a hellish cry; safety a fairy tale, comfort a goodbye
The streets cracked with dread and despair, nothing more to be

When the bombs fell, God was merely away
Jesus seemed to be foriegn, the Devil a mere ghost
For this was something beyond evil, it was something more cold
It was the smile of darkness, a black smile across the bodies

When the bombs fell, nothing was organic
It was twisted monstrosity, of inhuman conduction
Gods black tears flowed the sewers, the hymns under the chaos
The angel of death burnt away, as the smoke never cleared

When the bombs fell, it was horror of mind
The comprehension of it all, never was fully aware
These moments came, and would never be again
They were gone, charred to the tune of atomic choirs

When the bombs fell, it was something
Mere words can never say, what it truly was
It was something disgusting, something vile
something of humanities own creation, the sickest feeling of it all

This society does not wish to keep you safe, you are inbetween the cracks

You are the slums, you are the ghetto, you are the problem, you are the obstacle

You are the different, you dress against the code, you do not conform to what the male populous tells of you

You are the sick, you are the freak, you are the disease, you are the immoral

Your love is to another of the same gender, you are not right, you are a cancer, you are what is wrong

Do you believe your society wishes to protect you?

You are a different color, yet you are blood and organs just like the rest of humanity, the same as any other mammal

But you are the problem, you are the volatile, this is the certainty of this society

What of the kids?

What of our privleged?

What of the moral fiber?

What of reverse hate?

Countless excuses to mask the hate and ignorance which this society holds for those that don’t follow it

Excuses to cast its fire among the riverbanks, to scorch and burn anything it deems unworthy to it

You are fat, you are human, you live as any other person that walks and breathes

But you are ill, you are sick, you promote a sickness that is damaging to the health of the society

Do not confront the hypocrisy of the society, how it wished to damage the self love of you, it wished to destory your self esteem

You know what you are in your heart, in your soul, in your body, yet you must wear a permanent mask

You must live in fear of violence, of explotation, of the darkness in humanity

You are a monster, you are sickness, you are things that deserve no love

This is what the society tells you, this is what they wish of you, to know that you aren’t human

You don’t fit the normal constraints of love, you express it in ways that scares the society

You are immoral, you are wrong, you are sick

You do not fit to the normal sexualities, you do not fit to what they think you should fit to

You are a disease, you are sin, you are hedonistic mistakes

You, you are different, you are nothing like the model that the society wishes you to be

They are afraid of change, they know that with change, their reign will slowly fall from them

Do not believe that they wish to help you, this is only a crocodile smile

This is only the wolves dressed as sheep

They will try to destroy you at any point, this is their goal, for you exist, and that is a problem

You are a threat to the old ways, you are a threat to the old ignorance

For you will fight your whole life to get your respect, it is a dark truth, it is a sad truth, but it is truth

But you are a fighter, you always have been

Do not listen to their words, it is merely a way to break your bones

You are the moon, you cannot be broken, you control the tides

You are the sun, you are bright, you are radiant

You are the rivers that span across this earth, you are the life to many things around you

You are the flowers, you are the fields, you are the birds, you are the creation

You will fight your whole life

Fight for what is your respect

But you will win

You will

Win

There was fireworks outside the window, the sky looked very pretty in those tapestry colors, what a joyous sight

But that was almost a cruel joke for the moment, as we just sat in silence in this room

The uncertainty of what would progress was a spiders nest in my throat

More echoes from the fireworks was the only sound in that room, it was comforting in a way

Scared for them to disappear, then the silence would just return

Two people, silent, unsure

Uncertain

Behind the rain curtain, I saw the place of your rest

I laid orchids on it’s ethereal grace, and saw my memories flash like thunder

There you were, becoming one with the planet

As a walked as a mammal, unknown to the angels above or below

There is no right or wrong in this life, merely living

And I’m tryin to live as much as I can

For the both of us

We are merely the plankton to this titan
For we are so convinced of our right
That we do not realize our demise

The time will show when we see the rise
The lonely sounds of a thousand suicides
As the buildings become dressed
In a beautiful cloth of fire and hell

For we will know that our end was another fault
But we will never admit as the burning rises
That it was us that gave our own eulogy’s
We were the one’s that pulled the plug

These rivers will come back to bite us
These trees will fight us tooth and nail
And when nature takes back its revenge
It will be the reckoning we created for ourselves

And the sorrowful tears of lose and death
Is a record of our true evil, the darkness we indulge in every day
We liken ourselves to the angels of a desert text, but we are nothing more than animals without impulse
We are simply chemicals of hedonism, and we are blissfully drugged by our own egostistical denial
There is a darkness that permeates through our humanity, and those that try to hide it, enable it even more
There is light in this world, these are not the words of a cynic, only the words of someone tired of hate

There is no true recourse for the evil deeds done in this life
We have conditioned ourselves to block out the dark
And only show that there is light
And while that may help you in your self
It desecrates the pain that is given to those
That are vicitms of this terrible darkness
Our ribcages are sown shut to the truth
Our hearts only beat to the drums of our pleasure
I am no different than what I say, I am me
My exhaustion has reached a peak though, and I can’t seem to stomach much anymore

Another bible must be written
Not one of stories and metaphors
No judgment of hell, or a fear of total control, from something above
But of love for one another, for the light that is in our souls
Of the waters that give us life, were we may all bathe our hearts in community and docility
We are of the same cloth, we are only separated by opinion and hate
This is an action we must undertake if we want to survive
No more of the desert stories, no more of our dark indulgences
We must look to a brighter future, we must make it a brighter future
We must create our path not with bone and blood, but of grass and orchids

The old granite house is painted with cold dreary rain, how the years have chipped away at the youth of it

But it still holds beauty, the gracious old ruin that still stands with a resilience, how it seems to speak faded wisdoms

As the rain sings its lullaby to this old home, the thunder chimes with a melody to accompany the rain

Though it seems that it is at its end, the fear of its demise never permeates, only a small sense of fractured joy seeps through to the soul

This summer has been gracious with blue skies, and the sounds of a harmony from the woods around

The mothers carry their kits and cubs, to places of safety and rest

The flowers do their best to hide from the eroding heat, the grass seems to dance with the waltz of the wind

But it seems my bones are still as hollow as the winter came, the spring never seemed to make them whole

Summertime blues as the song would say, but the blues are all but foreign to what is the trial in my mind

Alll the while I feel as the cardinal stuck in the grated sewers of Rome, no flight or cadence to sweep my sorrows to the skies above

I am a grounded leaf, floating to the streams of a modest river, never reaching the lake to take me to the beyond

This stasis is a peculair feeling, one of fuax majesty and no supreme devinity

The lonliness is a formidable nuiance, a scratching leech on the edges of my mind

The sun looks so bright on the mornings I wake up early, the rains that arise as quick as God’s sins, leaves as the innocence of the past

So tonight I’ll walk a wooded path to a place I never knew, for the unknown seems to be the only thing that has stability

Before the last call of this dream, I saw something shining in the spine of forgotten trees

It was radiant in a haze of grey and faded red, something peculiar with a sense of lonliness and sorrow

It was something very odd, it was something that felt like a distant memory, a nostalgia of sorts

And before I could see what it was at the end of the path, the lights seem to dance, and I was in another world

I’ve walked towards the coastline in this world, it’s littered with skeletons and crows crowns

The preaching oak is slowly getting on in age, he knows of the doom in those sands

Each day that sea is growing blacker, and the sky seems to turn a darker shade of blood

So I sit with remorse in a jar, and send it among the waters, to the kingdom on the other side

Your society does not care for you, you are a lepor, you are the disease

Your government does not see you as human, you are merely an insect, you are disposable

Do not believe the wolf tears of the ignorant privileged, they will skin you to bone, and wear your grief on their smiles

This is the modern world, the past merely changed hats, it is stil the same beast

I laid your body down by the river bank, you looked at ease as I dipped your hair in the waters

I went to woods around, and found wild flowers to lay on your chest

I placed them softly in your hands, and laid them across the sunset that was your arms

How they would hold me in my oblivion, and see me out of the abyss

You are gone from this world, and the pain is something that is almost unreal

You told me to not worry about the future, but that’s hard to do when you aren’t here

You were always something solid in my life, you were the tree I sat under when I needed a place of safety

Oh how I wish my tears could bring you back, I would cry till I no longer was hydrated, if it meant you would be with me again

I would bleed my arms to the river you lay in, I would throw my flesh to the wolves around, if it meant you would kiss me once more

I have to learn how to be by myself, and it’s the most hollowing thing I’ll have to do
You told me to be strong, and that you would always be with me

You were always the strong one, you were always the sun, you were always the light

Now you lay on the river bank, your hair looking as strands of oasis in the water

Your skin is radiant like an emerald, your beauty was only a factor of how special you were

Now I have to learn how to live again, learn to live alone

I feel sick looking at you, knowing I have to send you away, down the river

You made me promise that I would send you away like this

You always were so amazing like that, you were an angel of nature

You wanted to float down this river, were we used to lay, and watch the moon above

You said you wanted to go away like a flower, floating on the water to somewhere new and exciting

So I’m doing what you wished, even if it means I’ll never see you again

I don’t know where you’ll end up when I send you away, I hope it is somewhere you will be at peace, were you will be at ease

Even now, you have a faint smile, a smile of someone pure

You looked so tranquil as I laid you in the water, the river stream as soft as your hair laid against my arms

When I let you go, I grabbed for you in reaction, I didn’t want to lose you

But I knew this was your time to leave, so I let you become the flower on the water, and watched you float with such grace

I sat on that riverbank, and cried the most bitter and sorrowful tears, because now you were gone

And I was alone

But you said I needed to be strong, not just for me, but for you

You said I would see you again, in an eternity of joy

I don’t know what you meant, but it sounded nice

The faint sounds of the wind, play me a song of sadness

For they know I have lost you, and wish to mourn with me

I love you, and always will

I should have said it more, maybe it would bring you back

Time isn’t moving, it’s just staying still, and my hands are stained with these black tears that I shed

I have to do my best, to stay strong, for I made a promise to you

That I would do my best, to stay strong

To stay strong…

Strong…

But I don’t know if I can, but I can’t break the promise

Because it’s all I have left of you now

The river were I laid you to depart, will always give me great joy, and immense sorrow

For it was the place we went to talk, to share our souls, to commit our youths to the laughter of our joyous innocence

Strong…

This I’ll try my best for you

Because

I love you

What a curious day, the sun beeming as if it saw the sky for the first time, the forest rusting with a silent melody

The creatures all residing withing their safety’s, the wind painting it’s portait among the waters edges

But not a human around, as if the rapture has happened, as if the world was only ever me

I look around, but no sense of humanity anywhere, only the distilled sounds of the breeze

I look and nothing around, my hands tremble with a fear and unease, as if I am being drowned

I sit under a shaded oak, and watch the empty roads, listen to the empty houses

Look at the empty cars, the empty lives

And sit with my empty tears

The eroded frames of this abandoned home, speak of a time that was once better

The pain in its voice, is sorrowfully apparent, the pain it feels creaks among the window panes

I asked why it seemed to feel this way, it spoke to me and said it was alone in its ways

The trees had begun to strangle their roots among its edges, the wildflowers set their camps on its staircases

The finches set their nests on its faded yellow window stills, the fox making a den from the basment

I sat with the rain pouring down, under the porch roof did I listen to its somber tales

In its decay I saw a dark beauty, a damaged purity that was tranquil in the erosion

It’s raining glass on these acres of wood, the shards are a magnificent color of onyx and sapphire

It’s as if the winds are conducting an opera, the trees the actors as they become scarred from the shards

The shards lodge themselves in my skin, but I feel no pain, I feel no hurt

As the blackend sun begins to set on these acres, the rays illuminate me, and I shine as the salt among the oceans

Steeped in the rains, brittle as the bones of devastated leeches

There’s a sounding cry, that echoes a command, with ferocity and somber

With unsure faith in the drowning fields, it grows louder with each beating pulse

The sound of frustration reigns angelic, a hymn most familiar

Is it anger that will keep this back

these dark corridors that roam in your skull, house the things that trouble you most  

A gas lantern that is your only way, to see the path ahead. Winds try with their might to blow it out

How long before lighting that flame becomes a ritual, and progression is a faint scratch upon these doors

In dreams a showering of silver wings, ones to clip on and fly away

to lift your body from from the ground, and soar among the birds

In reality it sinks back, the moment that causes your mind to go astray

Then a look among the pile, and realize the books are nothing but words

A walk among the pace of the living, it’s a feeling that seems never ending

A look to the trees and you see freedom, a cardinal that speaks words uncaged

He looks and says it may seem a curse to you, the time on the ground you’re spending

But do not take it for fault, do not become enraged

You do not need wings in your spine

I know you feel like a fish out of water

But take a wise word from my time

You are just a youngling, just a starter

Soon the world will be a pearl to you

To wear on your neck and shine

As it glows a shine that radiates true

And in time, you will find your place down the line

Piercing veils of the cracked smiles, an airy aura of simpler tendencies with gentler desires. The romantics to add to the colours, to make them see more vibrant and lucid.

When a streak of grey enters the mixture, there’s a muddling of spectrums. If only romantics could take the poor from the broken alleys, take the sick from diseased corridors, provide the hungry with the honey of maidens. But, sometimes the surface is just the surface.

When you dig into the rock, there is only more rock. When you mine away the granite, there is only more granite. A coal may produce that alluring diamond once in the sunlight of graces, but it’s not always the case, sometimes it’s just rock, sometimes it’s another dig. Another mine, to excavate the calcium built in your lungs, to breathe easy again.

I’ve wandered to the lands of shadows and twilights, to search for happiness

It is filled with morbid creatures, and cruel landscapes

It is a treacherous depth, a walk among the gardens of abyss

But to find this happiness, that I’ve heard in legends

I will scale these gothic paths, and challenge these ferocious beasts

For the pain and distress of this land, must be worth the light from within one’s self

That can be obtained, that can radiate this warmth, that I’ve heard in so many stories