crawl inside of my body,
navigate through all the broken bones,
acclimatise to my blood to make me comfortable,
and find the delicate part you like about me.
then set it on fire.  
i like it when lovers leave scars.

We are but one
of those tiny specks of light
that color this world.
The canvas, empty night of a map,
our fireworks are but
faint shimmers in the
lightning of the infinite.

Isn't the world beautiful?
The sun rises, the birds chirp,
The friends we laugh with,
The hope we receive.

"No, it's not,
There's nothing to love,
I'm screaming inside,
For fearing the unknown."

Lighten up, there's so much more!
You can hold the world in your hands,
But only if you take a stand.
So why stay in the darkness,
When you can see light high up above?

"Why, you ask?
'Cause this is where I belong,
Look at earth, look at the sky,
I see horror and terror in people's eyes,
You can't see the future,
For it's already destroyed.
The world is not beautiful."

But this is what we can have now,
So much potential,
So much beauty,
So much love.
The world can be beautiful,
Just look at it with your own eyes

maybe if we can use
     the darkness
           the torment
                 the shambles of our hearts and our heads
and turn it into something beautiful
      poetry,
            music,
                 artwork.
then maybe it won't be so
                                              bad.

it's not your fault baby bird
they never taught you how to fly.
you were forced out of the nest
while they watched you fall and die.

I am tired
The sky makes me tired
The ground makes me tired
Tired from many days of restlessness
Tired from days of stress, yet to come
My body can rest in a night
But I have yet to figure out
How to rest my soul

he lied to you
he left you to suffer
he let them laugh
he laughed at you
he met someone else

he destroyed you

yet you can't seem
to give up on what
is already lost