through time and heavened hell,

i am gripping thread,

that could lead me to you,

where life and stars,

could not conceive you.

still waiting for space,

where you can arrive.

someone promised to be better,

said they love you more than this,

like a light they could switch off,

he just couldnt,

he fell in love with the ground.

buried rain clouds inside my ribs,

lightning illuminating my skin,

signaling illness that lets nothing in.

but if i could let you out,

i'd be more than happy again,

if i could let you go,

i'd be more than happy again.

some day I'll wrestle the sun,

you can bring home the moon.

I can part the stars,

while you become a better you.

I'll bury my age,

in a pile of time,

i can still fall in love with ghosts,

while i forget your smile.

what keeps a demon out?

is it a well lit room,

hellbent on lighting the night.

or a soul without either,

sinking in cement boots,

over and over,

until they realize the well lit room.

a poor man watching traffic pass by,

knowing neither destination,

just the passing time.

his heart, without loved ones,

or a passion adored,

only drink and needle

keep him floored.

if he passed away on the street,

he would not lack happiness,

or a peaceful sleep.

he would only lack gratitude,

to see what seems impossible to reach.

i was that man a thousand times,

and ten thousand times more.

i was the eye on the road,

and the trash kicked to curb.

i was the guiding light,

and the troubled night.

at an infinite age of twenty eight,

i still stare at a mirror,

pray my demons wont stare at me.