If having you meant going through hell
I’d burn to the core

If holding you meant selling my soul
Then I’d be no more

If you asked me to heal your wounds
I’d take all the pain

What a beautiful tragedy to love someone
When they’re too much of a coward to stay…

our lives are not our own
we are never truly ever free...
we are just prisoners
of what we’re expected to be

forest of the blind grows and blooms inside our vile hearts

release the beast and tame the dove

I swear, there’s not that much more to say
I just wanna get whatever this is underway…

I know only of one medicine that could make the knots in my stomach untwist… and that’s you.

a stoic smile. vacant look. an awkward pause. a timeless book.
crystal walls, and boundless roads. minutes laughing. ages mourned.
growing bolder. feeling new. falling backwards. cutting through.
overthinking. weeping. sigh… knowing. living. getting by.

the soil rusts, the water thaws
all tiny slips becoming spikes
inside my veins I know it lives
but all too well mixed up with fears
with every passing longing day
I feel no more relief to say

all living souls walk empty minded
with every step to heal their pains
the minds of old are just as blinded
they fail to see how much has changed

it burns
it stings
and bleeds some more
in time it sleeps
but wakes to roar
it claws
and gnaws
scratches and bites
it stops to taunt you
and then restarts