I want to be like the wind.
You cannot cut it.
You cannot contain it.
You cannot stop it.
You cannot hurt it.
It is nothing.
It is everything.
It just exist.

I lay in this bed and I wonder,
How does that cold floor feel,
How does it feel to be alone,
Not knowing when your next meal is.
How cold it must feel to seek shelter under inclimate weather.
To see humans like you walk right by despising you.
How does  it feel to not have a family.
How does it feel to not get a hug.
Not getting any love.
Not even a touch.
Not even a what’s up.
How does it feel to feel so much pain but still want to stay in this wicked place.

Did you place them stars in the sky?
To levitate above this thoughtless mind.
To inspire me to shine bright like a candle.
And pass the light that I dear call mine.
To give life a lasting fight.
To blow the fire out.
To ponder on it.
That there’s more beauty than sunshine in a mere paradoxical dark knight.

Drowning your pain in that 12oz isn’t big enough for all that hurt.
And in every sip, you drink the sorrows.
And you remember the pain, you wanted to forget about tomorrow.

Oh let me out, it says.
Oh let me spread like a Phoenix Fire.
Let me dance outside.
Let me inspire.
I’m clusterphobic.
I’m in one room with no bed.
Let me out, it cries.
Let me get a glimpse of outside.
See the sun rise.
See it fall.
See it all.
Stop keeping me inside your head.

Maybe I just wanna submerge in the dark demise.
Where you can no longer tell that I existed.
Maybe I just wanna soar into a black hole.
Just to be alone for a long time.
I could be me, I would be lost, I would be lonely.
But at the end of the day, I would be free.

The fireflies appear in my sleep.
In black and white with a kaleidoscope scheme.
The staticky canvas such a sight to see.
With lights and forms of a parasitic scene.
I suppose it was all a dream?
I suppose when I close my eyes, I look for hope, a night that please.