I wish to rest
In the cradle of your mind
And feel your perspective

From the inside out
And I wish
You’d see mine
So I could finally feel
Something is certain

I am cast upon a dream
To find a true connection
And become something
I can be proud of
But moreover, something
that will continue to grow
Even after my death, a legacy
To hold faith that the things you love
will continue to see and make things worth loving

I have forgotten prayer
And I fear insolence
For I fear I am un-pure
My very essence
I have deviated from a path, so long now
I have no faith in guidance,
for my fear is wrought in doubt
And I trust nobody

I share this pity with no man
In truth, I give them glimpses
But my aura cools, and it can sink
Still, weighing me down
Striking my heart with rods of steel
It has weighed upon me
This is not poetry
It is alleviation,
of words too long unspoken
God, I beg you, unbound me

Bless my aching heart
I just can’t fathom living here
With no rapport, and nothing
Stagnant air can bring about a heavy heart
I’m not feeling strong
So obvious, I call out to the dark,
Where nobody listens
If only a voice would soothe me
If only I could not fear to let down these walls

I don't even know what I'm doing
just meandering, aimlessly
eloping with my echoed soul,
my true companion
a voice inside me, which soothes,
and warms my heart

Who guides me, always, through the dark
And radiant are we, for lions break their necks
When we shall stand against them, unwavering
When we shall show them mercy
Even in pain, I remain my own man
And I hold a heart like gold
I swear it

Can someone just grab be by the neck
And kiss me
And remind me that I can love again
That the fire’s still burning
And I just need to breathe
And I can feel okay?

Could you imagine what it’s like to just become someone
And then to be that guy who used to be someone
And then your mouth’s on the barrel of a gun
And you wish you were back in that, time
You wish you could love, and have fun
Like you’re not anyone
And there’s nothing left to run from
So you just, let it end

It feels like ***, if I knew what that was like
But it’s more like I’m just floating, dreaming
I can’t think about the bad things
I just want to sit down and watch the world go by without me
It’s never been about me
I’m just lost in this place
But I feel like a wanderer
Now
It’s been so long

but, is there ever truly an eternal image of oneself?
Are we truly who we are,
or is this all just a clusterfuck of circumstance,
and thought, based on trivial, random experiences?
And what do I give a **** if my life means anything,
if I have to go through pain to find anything?