Smoke and Mirrors

I want to heal my body
but my mind keeps following
and the feeling of my changing
has my personality behaving oddly

Bright lights shine into my mind
and these static visions hurt my eyes
I need to be alone in the dark,
so I can slip outside of time.

There's a sweetness from within
and it melts into my marrow
Showing crystal skies escape
when repenting silver arrows

I no longer feel the same in fear
and my mind is resting angers
Quietly repressing sorrows
Making my mind saner.

I'm sorry for staining her.
The spirit of my calling within
The divine femininity
The one who speaks in Hymns.

A poet shouldn't smoke
and tarnish reputations
because where the poet flows
is in the heart of aggregation.

I want to be brave
and say everything will be okay
That I'll live life to the fullest
And pave a path to fame

But now all I really want
is to return this axe to frost
re-enter through the cold
and free myself from desert lost.