Glowing in the shadows
Blinded from the light

How can a left handed ******* son
Ever make it right?

Searching for perfection
And hiding when it comes..

Searching for the reasons
These shadows chose to come

Staring at relections
And glaring retrospect

Looking towards the future
Trying to forget

I guess its not important
And nor is it real

The thoughts of my predictions
And the confirmations i would feel

You give me the signs
But dont know what your painting

Building a bond
With no idea what your making

How am i suppose to feel?

The winds emotions make our hearts chime.
Or is it in my mind?
Either way i know its mine.

But how am i suppose to feel?
Is it your heart iam suppose to steal?

Love is a crime that has no bond.
No matter what the case..
It feels so wrong.

How am i suppose to feel?

Cant fill the void with a quarter pound meal

With a smile of life
Something inside gets killed
So what am i suppose to feel?
I dont know but i know its weird

Im following the signs..
But still i cant steer

I want you to know
I want to show
The death in me
that helps me grow

Look at my face
What do you see?

Past my eyes
The thing that is me

Feel it swell up?
Burst till its free.
The gravity of which
Brings the soul to its knees.

Catch it and recognize.
To find the human nature.
That is the real prize

Company drains the meeting

The happiness that is fleeting
That special feeling
Of paint peeling from the ceiling
looking at the floor
Hoping to find more

Of what?

The peices that tore.

lonely inside where the hollow abides
How do i keep it away?

I need your guidance
But i dont want you to stay

If you go, just come back!
Ill find your way,
The shades of white turn black.
The big picture; scared of the frame.
Blank colors..
All that remain.

I dont know
I dont care
Wait..

Im lieing

Its just not fair..

WHAT THE ****!?
who sees my flare?

..im waiting
So tell me if you see it..

And bring a light
Because this hollow void wants me to keep it

Air is like a sea of vibes
Or so I like to think..

The tides you muster and manifest
Way from you and straight to me.

The image of the splash
Are of similar fingerprints,

And your last tidal wave..
I couldnt remember what to think of it.

Ill surf the wave if it be in neptunes will.

While filling up my cups
On the moon, trying not to spill.
Occasionally emptying it to know
"What" and "Not" to feel..

Just to figure out if the "Time" we shared..
Was actually real

They are one in the same
One is blind
One is rushed.

Which one is which
Isnt to be discussed.

Youll never understand
But thats okay
Because even you did..

You wouldnt know what to say.

Knowing what isnt known
Can turn soft to the bone.

Did that make sense?
Or should i raise my tone?

Trust and faith.
A philosophical roller coaster.

Like an ambiguous movie trailer
after your viewing of the new premier poster.

Will you watch?
Will you care?
Does the sight of it make you stare?

You already seen the scenes through the previews.
But does your perspective correlate with The heartless critic reviews?

Rubrics of the mind
Lay studied in time.

What was now and then
May forever be in its prime.

Trust and faith
One word held stout.
Combine the two..

Relinquish your doubt.

Its okay
I dont need your sympathy.
I empathize your ignorance.

Its okay
you dont need to understand;
It was never your plan.

Alone.
Lonely.
Isolated.
But by no means confined.

The memories of tomorrow
Forget the absence of yesterdays mind.

But why the hell should you care though
The words that are read,
scream an alien tone

Provoking

The visceral exspanse of souless pine cones