my imagination
it runs around wild
free like the breeze
running to new worlds
that others cannot see
I cannot follow at its pace
it's sprinting away from me
and, I believe it's making me lost

my imagination
it swallows me
deep into the dark abyss
throwing me into love
with people that will never be
I cannot climb out of it
it's sinking me into a pit
and, I believe it's making me lost

my imagination
will it ever let me go?
I am a slave to it
its beautiful creativity
its endless galaxies
I wish to be set free
because too much pain
is coming from its glories
and, I believe it's made me lost

the flock
the oblivious, idiotic flock
oh, simple sheep
what do you think you see?
a flower?
a bird?
the vibrant rays of the sun?
you romanticize the dark
you believe you can bring light
to the pits of the shadows
but, you're foolish
look closer
and, Death will show herself

another moment
another heartbeat
another tear
people all around me
but I am no where near
my mind has escaped
to somewhere no one wishes to be
how can they not see
the darkness all around me
I am silent
I am empty
I am alone
yet I carry along
like nothing could be better
than all that is currently happening

lost in a world of cries and commotions
disregarding dreams and fantasies
the sun and moon in constant battle
yet, what do they do
to the one who loves both?
the wildflower may bloom
in the light
but, it vitalizes
in the dark
the battle continues
this prolonged war
creating a schism
between all that is not the same
realism becomes rules
imagination is insanity
there is no longer any harmony
minds become drowned
as peace disappears
and, tranquility no longer exists

it was just a plain day
as Life sat on a bench
silently observing the figures
that passed around
when suddenly Death came
and greeted Her old friend
Life shook His head when He saw Her
knowing what it meant
"Which one will you take today?"
Life quietly asked Death
"I do not know quite yet"
Death replied
"It seems another story might be writing its own ending"
so the two sat waiting
until late that night Death walked off
to the lost one
holding the knife in it's own hand

what is love
ive never felt this thing
people say
set them free
im just
a silent girl
with a sad face

i mean
who would love me
not the same
as all the others
no matter who i like
im too strange
that silent girl
with a sad face

maybe one day
ill be beautiful
like the other girls
and people will admire me
like they do her
but for now
they stand and laugh
at the silent girl
with a sad face

its ok
i have a place to go
my mind is a palace
that only i control
my imagination runs free
to make me happy
with each day of reality
it runs farther
working harder
until one day
it tells me
no more
cause no one will love
the silent girl
with a sad face

as i sleep
forevermore
i smile
cause Death hugs me
welcomes me
im no longer
a silent girl
with a sad face

it's two a.m. and you're still on my mind
will we always just be friends?
after every late night?
every long conversation?
every stupid little joke?
I should've known I would get hooked
I truly didn't mean to want something beyond this
but, how could I not?
you've become everything to me
yet, I can clearly see
that there could never possibly be anything more
than the solitude and silence
my love for you sits in

millions
billions
trillions of people
existing in our own little bubbles
despite whether or not
we live with people
we are in our own stories
and when they align
it's like shooting stars
glorious
or
disastrous
i do not live in this reality
my mind cannot exist in its own story
drifting
i float in the clouds

they walk around blindly
like this world exists only in black and white
ignorant to the colors that surround us
they lay deaf to the sounds of the vibrant hues
but you hear them
you see them
and you radiate them
to all who will pay attention to you
and slowly their eyes are expanded
to the greens and blues
to the purples and pinks
to the reds and yellows
their worlds become anew
and it's all because of you