And at times I questioned, I questioned when life would be enough. when the need threatening to blow over within a person would cease and instead reduce to an undisturbing simmer.
I questioned when the blood, although unseen until a cut would be enough to rest ones mind and scatter ones fears
I questioned when the tears that build up quietly would be enough, enough to assure that your worries and not useless and they exist beyond the realm you have become accustomed to.

I have questioned yet I have received no answer.

The stars burn brightly
as bright as I once did
now this is just mockery

Dear nightingale, won't you sing to me your sweet song?
As I watch the moon cast it's shadow unto your tainted wings?
I want to be absorbed in a world of your tune
Dancing until the sun allows us

What captures someone but does not take them to prison?

Philosophers look for the truth
Lawyers look for the truth that suits them

Philosophers bend words more than lawyers do

I sowed your name unto my wrist in red thread
So the devil knew who I belonged to and who would come