you
modified magic lantern
incarnadine
soul
puppet show
short dresses
free
cocktails
little swords
and
big drama
where we
make love
in the
dressing
room

I watch you
don
the sheets
and cut
eye holes
while I grab
the light
and radiate
your
behind
the audience
better not
see
that
***
I’m
protective of
my baking
flour
*****

By this time, you've set sail
you've gone far into the vast seas
you're eyes grew dark
and your smile turned bleak
The words crashed at your sides
leaving you broken and damp
that's why you left
into the depths of the ocean
never to be seen

The knot untied, I slipped down and my feet sat on the cold floor
It must have changed it's mind
It must have realized I had more to offer, more to say, less to suffer
I walked on the ocean floor, but the waves soon carried me ashore
They must have found my heart under the sand, thought I would be useful on this saddened land, still floating by in the great wind
I wanted to be gone, not beneath the ground but gone in between the trees, tucked under the eagles wings
The storm never quits the brawling with me
I am pushed, I am threatened, I am made never to let be, but some how always the nightmare lets me free

They brought you here, ****** and weak
your body shook and your eyes leaked
They brought you here, without a say
your mind wondered as you went through the day
They brought you here, when the sky grew cold
your fingers trembled, but you did what was told
They brought you here, just to follow the herd
your face grew pale and your emotions soon blurred
They brought you here, to live true to yourself
you soon understood and they just want to help
They brought you here, and the sun finally glowed
your words became strong and your smile was shown
They brought you here*, to be who you are, climb over mountains, and land upon stars.
The world swirled around you throwing bombs at your feet,
until you saw a new life that could match your own beat

How I wish I could make it so that you were satisfied with both everything and nothing at once
That you could feel the way you were meant to feel, they way you used to
you always deserved better
but the grip, the weight on your bones is shaking you
My dear, treat yourself well not because of the universe around you
but the universe inside you,
for to them, you may be what is good and holy
Young God
This world is cruel and you are succumbing to it
but
you can always turn back, you can you can
Avert your self destruction and channel it into rebirth
Your bones are stronger than your will but that's within your control
Are you willing?