And I know that what we feel
We become

And what I write
Is often better off undone

But I can tell myself stories
Of how to feel and be
And my blood will carry them
And my heart won't stay on my sleeve
It moves as it beats

And the words won't stay on the page
If they don't have a heart to stay
Or the honesty that comes with rage

Maybe my pen will run dry
Or my brain will cease to try

And show me a million twinkle lights
That dance a most beautiful lie
Right behind my eyes

And I will lose my will to speak
If I can't write what I think
Well I'll still have stories that need
To breathe so I'll do the next best thing
I'll convince my fingers to bleed
And use my stories for ink

Born with a vacant sea
Raging within me
And a god shaped vacancy
Buried deep

Echo in the Valley
Resounding with the breeze
Narcissus drowned for free
Can you hear that broken heart beat?

Is this an all consuming darkness?
Is this emptiness blooming in death regardless?

The waves wash away sound
Sand castles crack for crowns
I cannot be let down
By a god who doesn't come around

Hades loves the Beauty bound
Fiery king of all that glitters below the ground
Subdued Persephone weeps for Olympus' Mount
Can you hear her dead voice shout?

Is this an all consuming darkness?
Is this emptiness blooming in death regardless?

I am the ocean
You are a hurricane in motion
Hollow heart within is closing
Filled with Love, the goddess I've chosen

An act so balanced
Unaware its feather light
Soul comes out and blows
Feather tramples to the ground

Entities merging
Squirrel's squeaking, doves flying
History buried

Listening to the stories of lands far away,
Oftentimes finding the golden sheen,
L**ured away by a buttery light.