There is a certain tragic beauty
to what I am able to create when my soul
craves the sadness and the madness
that has never been a stranger

But to that hidden side of the coin
the words come out stagnantly static
I write until my fingers bleed it seems
the end result being something for which I am content

Whenever I find my mind
seeking out everything that makes me smile
I dance around for what seems like forever
and all I wish to do is write things I'm experiencing

It may come out vanilla but the words
they flow like water, the inspiration is endless
when all I am is free to achieve
what I have meant to be

I have had my share of pain
and without it I would not be the same
so I thank the forces everyday
but welcome the good with open arms...

for the first time in my life.