I have this constant feeling I'm eroding deep inside
like a tree, my branches are full of sweet and colorful life
but my core is slowly fading and I'm withering away
by the ants that have invaded and have claimed me as their prey
I'll bend with the wind and stand tall in the storm
until my trunk begins to be weakened and deformed
When I fall no one will hear my cry that's so profound
'cause no one is in sight, so I did not make a sound

You are the decadent wine I crave
dark as blood but savory of taste
I took one small, curious sip
and drowned in the sweetness of your grip

You are the mirror I refuse to see
reflect all that truly embodies me
even if I shy away from a glance
you make me want to take that chance

You are the words that flow from my head
out of my soul, straight through to my pen
a muse that truly inspires my art
just by slowly opening your heart

This world was built for one to be two
a pair that holds each other through
the winds of trouble and skies of delight,
to comfort as waves churn violently at night
And though the ship may stay afloat,
it's 'cause the two have been devote
to one another and their ship alike,
able to sail without a fright

I gave all that I was to withhold what we created,
but nothing filled that clear glass of ours,
which we both secretly peered through
but ignored what was lingering on the other side
The reddest of wines could not cloud the vessel
to shield our eyes from our sad reality
nor stain it enough to conceal the denial we housed
Water was all that was poured into this goblet,
wishing it was made from precious crystals,
as an effort to cleanse what was
to prevent what inevitably is

What the road contains is a mystery to a stranger
Stranger than the expectations created to tame her
Her wild soul alleviates the need for direction
Direction to a predetermined final location
Location is not what she aims for along this journey
This journey is all she needs to ease her fury
Her fury about how sheltered this world's become
Become a place of routine and forgotten love
Love of the unknown and unpredictable
Unpredictable series of moments that make us able
Able to create a path of our own
Own the chance to explore the cracks in the stone

My love is not a rose for a rose be too common
My love is not one to be described as flowers
She is but a drop of rare rain to the desert plain
Something my heart can hardly contain
My love is not a rose, no
But an indescribable thing
My love is like the unseen rings of Saturn in the spring

Follow me to a paradise not many have seen before
a kind that welcomes newcomers with its natural allure
Step through the iron gate with me, witness a scene like Arden
and feel the awe that comes with seeing my beloved secret garden
The vines will greet you as you enter, brushing your skin as you come
Blossoms will turn toward you as if you were as warm as the sun
Cacti will hunger and thirst for your kind and gentle touch
as if they've lived in the desert and it all became too much
But one must not relish in this beauty for too long
because anything abused past its use is just simply wrong
The vines will constrict you, you'll burn as hot as the sun
and suffer of constant ****** from the cacti you once loved
So, with this I warn you before you enter my piece of Eden
that this grace comes with a price as you begin to weaken