Trees once born of fire transformed our god to dust
Fire reaches in and condemns the soul to vapor
vapor twists worlds and creates what we know
Reality is my soul torn apart
love is my opposite
wind is my witness, and embers are my heart.
twilight is my nature and grapevines are my connection.
As the resonance fades eyes are of my storm.
Twisters mimic my infatuation
Earthquakes tremble my fear, and floods flow my true tears.
Diamonds form my being, solid, stagnant and stuck.
Thick sap runs through my veins.
Love is the final frontier, and pain is the ultimate propellor.
Stars scatter and twist and morph until I'm lost.
Pain seems numb but strain is real and stretch and bend and warp.
Drive is crazed and control is mangled as I stare cross eyed at the sun.
As summer dawns and flowers blossom I wade through the abyss
While the depths absorb me, I wonder if ill sink or swim
Pale blue I hold my breath and count the seconds till the storm,
tragedy seems imminent,
hope seems possible,
bitchin seems worthless,
drugs seem necessary.