Oh how I stand for what I believe,
Oh how I falter to my knees.
Only these still timeless trees
Understand what it means to see.
Oh how we amble through the forests
With our high hopes and our torches.
These whispers and these forces
Through this grapevine could outsource us.
I have seen the magnified soul
and I no longer need to be whole.
But will I love forever more?
Or will the torch burn out before
My simple supposed perfections
Recollect their misconception.
They'll take back what was theirs,
and trade their souls for prayers.
How minds shift past what shows innate fear
And strive to be safe from retrospective tears.

Let the quivering grass that I so fervently **** and destroy be my comfort in my time of peace and solitude.
Let the God I so fervently abandon and disregard be held in my memories as I fortress I turned to in my youth in my time of need.
Let the animal that loves me despite the tongue of their brethren be shown appreciation by my hand.
And yet, let that same animal that protects me from their brethren be struck down by the hands of my supposed brethren.
What am I, and where do I belong?
I am a part of a plague, and I do not belong here.

Hide me from myself in the endless forests.
Cleanse my mind in the gentle ocean.
Blow away my hesitation in the canyon's wind.
Grow my life's satisfaction in the bright green valley.
Make me whole in the unmarred fields.
Release these cold thoughts in the woeful glaciers.
Vent my uncertainties in the ominous swamps.
Idealize my peace in the waterfalls.
Present to me solitude in the tundra.
Simplify my existence in the plains.
Show me contemplation in the caves.
Show me truth in the sky.

Pretty in pink and deadly in dark,
Curves so clever and her heart's my mark.
Don't let me see your splitting beauty,
Let me keep your shining cruelty.
I'll take your hate, I'll take your pain,
As long as your existence is mine to gain.
The empty days are past,
With the winter slowly snowing last,
Spring is running fast,
With the soulful days of life full mast.
And now, finally absorb my soul.

I'm a youth for a steal
In a euphoric feel.
I'm a chameleon of night
Under a stark heel of light.
Bear my blade of ecstasy
Now swiftly put a hex on me,
As these weak lucid seams
Rip for crude cupid dreams.
I'm a contemplative neural native,
I cant shake it, can you fake it?
Break it.

I try to find what I crave
And soon I see its her.
From myself I need to be saved
To not let this pass in a blur.
This ocean holds the key without contempt,
This grave revives amidst a wake
Of thistles unbound and patterns unkempt,
If only to grasp for heaven's sake.
The seekers find their mystery
In a poetry unopposed,
The voiceless hide their misery
In a sultry book of prose.

Our questions could tear apart forests,
Our answers would scare these artists,
This love contends the moon,
Howling like wolves of syllables strewn,
To ask that is to rival men,
To say that questions mother's amen,
Sing to me as if there's no end,
Show me you're my lone godsend.
Can these birds fly our homes to paradise?
Will these currents carry me, for a price?
To the days of easy belief,
Of simple life and careful relief.
How I long to drift to sleep,
How long I have been knee deep
In dreams worthy of ethereal escape,
Of efflorescent evanescence and similar shape.
Of sly phantoms and edible stars,
Of broken bones and hidden scars.
You can't stoke the thunder that burns in her fading heart,
But only tend the flame that dims while apart.