Can you catch raindrops in your dark grey suit,
Or smell the freshness of the ripened fruit,
See the glint of daylight through an open door,
Whilst your busy making your plans for war.
Midnight debates as the world fades away,
Death, destruction and urban decay,
But the sun will rise and dance with the moon,
While we watch the dish run away with the spoon.

Blow out the candle when the mind is enlightened

What
Is
The
Truth,
But
A
Better lie painted white.

The thought of loving again sends trembles down my soul
Breaking it down
Like earthquakes destroying homes
My love is as precious as gold
But I find that at a cheap price
It is always sold

I guess I'm a hopeless romantic
And when my love is thrown in my face
I become frantic
I can't have it
Its just madness
When gold is treated just like plastic

Set on fire
The flames burst
The deepest cut in my heart
Is from the one I loved first
My heart died when he left me
And my body is the hearse
He trampled all over my heart
Left me so hurt
I don't know why I get so attached
Surely I must be cursed

Look and you will see the tragedy that is bestowed upon us,
Children of the universe.
It eats away at our hearts like acid
Yet we grin and we grit our teeth.
Our spirits are roaring with the ache of insecurity.
We are the children of the universe.
Our thoughts are a twisted garden of vines
And no trespassing is permitted.
Our minds are guarded mighty and high.
We rise every morning and put on a smile,
Ready to show the face that we have chosen for others to know.
Our exterior is cool and prepared.
We conceal the flowers that bloom from our minds
And pull them out as though they are weeds.
We sacrifice our identities to satisfy society.
Every word we speak is one that is cautiously selected.
Our insecurity has its hands on our throats
And is slowly suffocating us.
We are all dying under the weight of hiding our truths.
We are the children of the universe.
When will we say how we feel?