The beat of my heart makes it difficult
not to be blinded
by the reality of my own thoughts
when they are broken down within the sounds
of my dreams.
Yet, no one hears the wind
running through my mind
and I find nothing is
as it seems.

All I do is race to hide from the smoke of lies
to find subtle truth
inside of uncertainties colors
but what I come across
means nothing to you.  
When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.

I want someone to listen to the words I speak
even when breezes fill their hands
and time goes by quicker
than the air they tasted.  
No longer do I wish to live and breathe
In this life of empty rooms
where my heartbeat
is wasted.

Tonight I sit and weave faith upon grounds
where forever
I have searched through eyes
that paint my mistakes with words
of ecstasy.  
Yet still, the beat of my heart
makes it difficult
not to be blinded  by love,
even when
I know....
you lie to me.

If I
was a tree,

I would hollow
myself

o u t

so that you could climb inside.

piece temporarily down for mental cleansing.

I've had many dreams
Of the person I wanted to be,
But they say, "Stick to your heart,
And don't change a thing."

It's hard to live up to something
When you know it has to change.
I cry at the thought of losing myself
In life's precious game.

If I win or lose it doesn't matter.
They say, "It's how you play the game."
The rules are made up as you go along,
And each day is never the same.

What happens when the game has ended
And your body's laid to rest?
All you do is pick up the pieces
And start the game again.

Chaos and complexity
This demon standing next to me
The angel's on vacation
She says this is a test of me
But this might take the rest of me
I gotta somehow make this demon flee
Before he gets the best of me.
I've done this all before.
I need no one to rescue me.
This demon is no match, you see.
To fail is not my destiny.
A demon's never bested me.
Each demon that's tested me.
Learned why it shouldn't mess with me.

You see, I've become a soldier.
From all the chaos and complexity.

I colored my hair
so that I could shout without
opening my mouth

the colors are gone
washed away, except for blue
is that ironic?

They hold us back and tear us apart
Treating us like rats in a maze.
We can run but cannot hide
Freedom lost in the haze.

No escape from the tyranny above
No key to open the door below.
If we're lucky to see the light of day
Then I'll show you the way to go.

   You've got to turn your head.
   You've got to open your eyes.
   And search for the answer
   That runs deep inside.
   Once the pain is gone
   It should come as no surprise
   That if you want to live
   You've got to open your eyes.

Chaining us up, no chance of escape,
Prisoners within ourselves.
We try to run, and try to lie
From the truth that lays inside.

This truth whether good or bad
Must rise to the surface if we're to live.
Because in the end all we have
Is the love we give and receive.