Come on down to Conscience Falls, where the lights are always dimmed by the remorse of humanity. Where all of the scenery looks like the immaculate image of lonely country roads after midnight, and quiet lakes embalmed by the comfort of night.

As long as I have been able to, I have written when I felt pain. The longer I wrote, the deeper I was able to delve into my own mind. As I began to question my world more, I began to write on a daily basis; developing a pattern in which I could healthily express myself. Eventually, I began to fall in love, and as love often does, it gave me a strength I could not have imagined I possessed. I had found a Muse. A woman with whom I found no faults I could not overlook. An individual I wanted to spend my life with. She became the reason I wrote. She was the fire that burned stronger than a million dreams. She began to encompass the entire scope of all that I could ever hope or dream. It was because of her that I gained the confidence I desperately needed to be myself. It was because of her I gained the knowledge to voice my wants and needs and become the man I sought to be. With my Muse I took the power she gave me and shared it with her. We basked together in the joy and hope of the free, swimming an ocean filled with dreams of a future that most likely will never come. The sentimentalist within me still holds an ember of that reality, a single passionate light that reminds me of a simple, beautiful time. My Muse has left me for another poet; my dreams have left me for another man. Now it is time I leave too. Leave the man I once was, the identity that fell in love with the girl of his dreams. It is time I seize control of the future I want, the one I need. I am my own man now. Thank-you for all that you have shown me, my once beautiful muse of 2013.

She who would want not but destruction
Deserves not but life deduction
Taken down from her high rock
For, we no longer can simply talk
Too good for me
Too proud to yell
I look back somberly,
On all that Hell
Now you drop your eyes
Like the December pleads
Won't you Love me?
When you Loved me
Ah, ah
Insanity you plead

Write me a song with your hate
Scream out at my indifference upon your first, second, third date
Ask yourself many a time,
"Why do I deserve such a fate!?"

For, I have the answer for you
It was you that chose the path of ease
The lowest in which you let cheating breed
Swallowed by the maw that allowed you to go too deep

My heart learned of hell
My eyes knew the water well
Now I only smile at the poor old me
Because I have met a woman that truly loves me

This life
It runs to bleed
I don't really understand, baby
I need to succeed

I treasure every breath and won't let go
Oh, of those beautiful moments ahead
I know they'll happen yet
Beauty yet to be born is another door ahead of me
Ahead of me
Ahead of me

Oh, yet to the next move
Gentle whispers will call
As you look up at me
Without a frown, a kiss upon your brow
I see all those things which once held me
Dissolved when I set out to become this man

So, follow me
Follow this journey
Hands so perfectly fitting into mine
Oh, sigh to the muse that remade everything
Never too late to whisper down
Never too late to whisper away the night
Smile and breath for the dawn is near

Whisper my name while you board the last train out of home
Feel the sweetness and impression of my mouth
Recall the smiles that never turned you down

Taken were opinions
A gathering of things
Meant little to anybody

Oh, and I know what you think about
The middle an uneviable position
Though they do sing for someone,
It is not you whom calls the doves home

My regards to you, sweet little wonder of man
With brown hair and warm hands
They thought the lyrics did tell
Of some other hell

Down the driveway
It doesn't matter
Yeah, yeah, I would wave another day
To the evening, born to run

For it was always fun
Even when we were broken hearted

So many murmurs, promises and pecks
Let you live baby,
A future ahead of me
Down the street, further and further
Until it is finally gone
Fade out

I feel the pangs of rain on my window at night
Are you the answer that I have sought?
Can I find you breathing beside me,
Or will this be the darkest night?
Listening to the rain, as I do

Gamble and fight
Or stagnate in light of fear
I don't want to let go
For this could be it

Run with the rapids
Know the hardest part
Feel the rain, choose the light