In times of solace and even not,
when the world shrinks at the corners
and the all-seeing-eye winks,
the hypnagogic takes over.
I disappear into my unconsciousness, and
I see all the beauty in the world.
I see the galaxies exploding;
impending rebirth in a
pastelar-spectacular combustion of planets.
The mechanical love-boat springs to life
and all the lovers,
with their brave questions and
buoyant expectations,
float, fly, free-fall into the fervour.
I see the promise of the future.
Yet, the desperate preservation of history;
drawing trees on paper (oh, the irony),
searching for the genesis in the fallen.
The black and blue pale moon
bruised by the cosmos
is waiting for something
(other than metal and bones).
I believe the bold hues of my being are
moments passed on the shores of promise,
but I know this is how we were meant to be.
I rest my cheek on Orion’s belt and
sigh at the splendour.
I see the ebb and flow of the heaving ocean
that I fear if I looked long enough into,
Neptune himself might drag me to the
wellsprings of youth and miracle, and
well, I might not want to leave.

When I lie and I cry and I just want to die
and I'll say anything just to get by

When my heart grows weak and it hurts to speak
and I struggle to survive another week

When I'm kicked down
I learn to stay on the ground

I learn to keep my mouth shut
and speak through the cuts

My eyes sink in and my head will spin
from lack of the light but it seems far too bright
so I close my eyes and say my goodbyes

Life starts to fade out, that's what it's about

everyone dies, everyone cries, everyone lies
everyone's in disguise, all feeling demise

So we close our mind
because we're too scared to be blind.

I want to fly
Up to the sky,
The wind is my armour
The moon is my guide,
I want to feel in my soul,
A bit of control
For the power you behold,
Weakens the life in me.

Your breath on my neck,
Makes my lungs neglect,
The tenderness of the air,
My hands wandering in your hair,
It’s where they belong,
It’s where I belong
Between right and wrong,
Above the earth and just below the sky.

You don’t know if you love me,
Or if you hate me.
Take away my breath again and again,
Make me wonder if I can gain
myself…
Through so much pain.

This pain... a shadow of the night,
Persecuter of my inner light,
How I long to feel your skin
When it's dark, when it's dim,
A journey I'd have to take
From ashes I will break,
The ice cold glass of unsaid words
Tear brick by brick of these tall walls
And I will see you and you’ll be real,
I forgot to breathe, forgot to feel...

There's a number of times when
we do things without seeking
God first.
We go on as if He doesn't exist
we run, we hide, we're bold
we're selfish and we deny His
will to help and we destroy.

The stars of the night, He  has
bless us to see by the promise
of our eyes opening during the
beginning of the day.
We lie, we cheat, we forget His
glory of each passing minute
when we don't pray.

The weaknesses of the world
comes crashing down upon
us at the blink of an eye.
Bringing troubles that seems
unbearable at times simply
because we think we can
do anything without putting
God first.

Your thoughts
are such powerful things.
They can corrupt
your mind and destroy you,
like poison,
if you let them.

And it’s so easy
to give in to.
The poison,
it’s addicting,
intoxicating.
The sorrow
so tragically inviting.

The bottomless abyss
you so willingly
return to
feels more like home
than any lover
you've ever clung to,

and more comfortable
than all your attempts
to dig your way
into their rib cage,
to try and find
a place to settle down,

with foolish hopes
of filling that emptiness
in your heart, which
you carry around so heavily,
that these pathetic attempts
will ultimately create inevitably.

Marital insecurity.
Comes from not trusting one another enough.
It's a sign you knew their ways.
And hope with marriage things would change.
Looking through cell phones.
Placing GPS upn their cars.
Only means, you aware of the answers.

Marital insecurities.
Is a sign to move on.
Or accept the life you live.
And hope things will change.

Dealing with men is a game itself.
Because many adapts to accomplish their causes.
If you're pure then the driven snow.
A ****** some people loves to call it.
Many men will propose to plow the landscape.

And there's no guarantee your marriage would have last.
He just adjusted to prove a point.
That once you have let him in.
It times to move on again.

Marital Insecurities is a sign.
Which many adults walks right into playing blind.
When the truth was before them before, the phase I do.

Silence roars like a stormy sea and stirs the waters of the mind,
making nightmares and reality become intertwined.
All fears and insecurities come to life,
causing slashes with the knife.
They hit the mind like giant waves crashing against a dinghy
lost and alone in the middle of a wild sea.
Gasping for air as the waves crash down,
there is no wish of surviving - only the wish to drown.
Dripping blood and painful breath
are hoped to be the sign of death,
but opened eyes realize, unfortunately,
despite how real it all may seem,
death was just an evil dream.
Scars are proof of all the pain that will surely come again
to embed how it feels to know that all the nightmares were real.