Death of the self  
starts with the death of the will
Lay rest to your ambitions
with every breath that you take,
Escape with your comfort,
escape with your rest, escape with the wind,
escape with the living dead,
escape like the rest of your family did.
Sleep among the numb
while decades have passed,
Sleep through the earthquakes,
the fissures and cracks.
Unknown to your perception
confined to your chains.
The lid can't be opened.
The lid can't be opened.
My life, reduced to death.
I breathe in smoke, I walk through fog,
I breathe out smoke,
my eyes are clouded.
The lid can't be opened
I am dead. I am dead.
A voice awakens in my head,
"Are you dead?"
do I know it?
Well, whoever-whatever- it is, I know how to reach them.

The earth is not for us anymore.
Look how it's started to reject us as if it just had an ***** transplant.
We're the ***** not complying.
We're the ***** that is the cause of us dying.

do you still remember
how you made me fall in love
before I can even blink my eyes?

You are the water to my seed,
you push me to grow, blossom and succeed.
You are the hope whispering in my ear
when my despair is growing near.

You are a superhero in disguise and inspire me
to become a strong independent woman and be the best I can be,
I hope that when I'm older I'm even half as remarkable as you are -
you are the most supportive, caring, beautiful person I know by far.

You are so special to me and every day we spend together is so sublime,
and no amount of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years with you will be enough time.
And out of all the grandparents in this universe so divine,
I'm so glad that you got to be mine.

I have often wandered
Through the forests in his mind.
'Ever changing landscape
I've been lost in too many times.

I have calmed countless storms
Even as they've damaged me.
'Ever striking lightening causing
The roots of his soul to bleed.

I alone have discovered
Caverns hidden in his head.
Dark and  jagged memories
He never meant to be said.

I have climbed mountain
Peaks piercing the crystal sky.
Such vibrant rays of smiling sun;
You'd never guess he wished to die.

-ARI