In a daze,
We stumble into our own oblivion.
The mistakes,
The misunderstandings,
And all things that render us unworthy.
Every ounce of confusion,
It marks us profoundly.
Frayed and longing,
Still we stumble.
We search for what we want,
Not comprehending what we need.
When they are the same,
We are dazed and confused once again.
Always on the turn,
Stumbling and bounding through life,
Eventually we fall.
Falling;
It’ll never stop.
Grasp for support,
Because when your world falls out from under you,
You’ll need something to hang on to.

Dance with the light of day
And the dark of night.
The shadow of the day
Is the time to shine.
The stars aren’t afraid;
They dance without fear.

Torn and mangled.
Tormented and frayed.
My heart beats a steady rhythm throughout its tortured and beaten existence.
Matched to the tune of a drum,
The beating gets heavier and heavier.
With your words,
Your touch…
A heart can only take so much.
But when freedom prevails upon you…
Giving you a gift that many would die for…
It can just stop altogether.
Beaten and bruised,
The wounds never healed,
The scars proving the damage.
Even when happiness is just a breath away;
Heart and soul go together as one.
When you’ve broken a soul,
And mangled a heart to no repair,
You can’t fix it.
It’s already gone.