My soul was crudely etched into a wall by unseen figures casually strolling through the universe on late night musings.
They forgot to add an element though, and so I have been searching east and west for whatever they might have missed.
They filled my lungs with self doubt and electric pulses of insecurity.
I have been trying to model a caricature of what they think I shouldn't be,
a lonely dust gathered blueprint of the actual me.
They filled my veins with flame and gave me causes without a name,
but I guess I don't mind.

All I know, all I dream...
is that my blood is made of chaotic words trying to make sense in the darkness.

And I want to show the world my open wounds.

Your god is forged from wolves,  
dressed as men, with hungry eyes.
The day I watched them feast is when I turned my back on
god.

When a voice whispered in the emptiness, "Let there be light.",
an echo murmured back,
"Let there be darkness."
Eyes wide shut can't tell the difference.

I spray ashes from my lungs
left by cities which you've burned;
refuse your pious nature
and praise you never earned.

Somewhere deep in hiding,
the light will wait in patience,
while you drown the world in darkness
with the evil you created.

There are plenty of flowers that flourish in my garden
Too many to pick just one, but all the days of my life to enjoy the ones I choose
One at a time I pluck my next blossom
I choose just one and allow her inside
Her beloved aroma excites my nostrils
Her beauty brightens each day I am with her
However with each day that beauty dims
Those vibrant colours dull and fade
My once beloved fragrance now bores me
For its been the same smell day after day
I ask "What’s wrong my love, why are we no longer satisfied with each others company?"
My love does not respond to my query
Yet her reply does come to me in time
Nothing in this universe shall stay the same
My flower is no longer the flower i once choose from my garden
My love for this flower is now gone with my realization
Does this make me a bad person?
I think not
isn’t love just an emotion
Can I not as easily fall in and out of love as I become happy or sad
With this thought I travel back outside
To choose from the many flowers that flourish in my garden