As I tiptoe to the moon
Reaching my hands out for more
Collected material with nonsensical remains
No warmth, no war
No spoken words influenced by a bleeding brain
Fractures set by society
Countless splintered flames
Profound judgement does not exist
The very essence of humanity
Is conceived through elements
Dense collected heavens falling
Afflictions shoot away
Through the tunnels of the wind
Pommel and debilitate the sorrows and woes
Spilling and weaving into the core of it all
As I climb the steps to the stars
Colorful doves begin to soar