There’s a definition for love that I don’t quite understand but I’ll try my best to comprehend this feeling when I’m holding your hand.
Our fingers intertwined is the combination of our emotions like the yin and yang sign.
These brief intermissions between my heart that skippeth announces the moments of me living.
I giveth unto you, permission to do with my affections as you would like.
And if you hurt me, that guarantees that I felt something.
I melted like a molten lava streaming down the ***** of a volcano.
Spiraling like a red tornado.
I will never forget the meaning, because you are my muse.

Experiments checked to see if thee are worthy of heaven.
No heaven sent, no intrusion to your testing.
We must watch, calculate, observe your human behaviors.
You must show us that you are worthy of no damnation.
Placed you on Earth, named you worthless so you may create purpose.
Oh we are not certain if you are going to survive but strive human strive for your day in your heaven.

I’m so confused about this world.
In my head, it’s burning with the invisible flames and the matters of concern isn’t so beneficial to the earth who has formed a pact with humanity, in which we humbly don’t deserve.
We churn the molten lava that scorches the dirt.
The rivers that overfloweth is the cleansing of our actions that have negative impact on the land so the watery mountains climb above our heads and imposes it’s own sanctions.
The once cooling wind became a scythe of disaster and it blows in a twirling direction because we’ve failed the moral inspection, the natural laws we have broken and described it as progressive evolution but we are primitive beings that are naive.
We closed our eyes for a long time.
We see but we are blind.
Imprisoned on the outside because the inside is not a thing we try to adjust.
We combust, reactive to the moments that are insignificant.
Practicing soulless desires to confide in to complete our attire but we are forever naked.
Forever afraid that the psyche is too strong but who controls it all?
Is it God?
Is there such a thing to call?
It is beneath you, above you, it is all.
Remember.

I have the information you need.
But you walk by me.
Not noticing my face.
I am just another random.
A needless human being.
I can speak.
I can teach.
But I look as if I contain insignificant speech.
You reach beyond your vision.
See me in the your side mirror.
I am filling.
Not as empty as this game makes me out to be.
I wanna talk to you.
I want my point of view to come across to you.
You just rather keep going along but you’ve missed a valuable moment and now you’re stuck in the loop because you’ve ran passed me.

These sinister looks paving the way to the underworld.
I silence the crowd of the untold.
They whisper amongst themselves a despicable gesture.
Quiet the noise that’s been ventured unto the ears of *******.
A passage I’ve create for the free minds of rebellion.
A light, a year, they will acknowledge.
That the star of their earth had biblical knowledge that they didn’t follow.

These streams of water are displaced,
A river that flows, knows no direction.
Unaware of it’s state, it pours as if my brain is a cloud and the more pain I taste, the more it rains.
My breath becomes shallow, my heart hollow, I skip over oxygen, drowning in my own disaster.
The pen shakes as I am lost in definition of these earthly concepts. However, my fingers as if of their own consciousness, copies and paste.
I say unto it, “will you continue to write my dying words, when the love you’ve given me, would be lost in return?”

Standing in a vivid display with these sprinkling lights on your beautiful face.
The twinkling in your eyes, that lucid gaze, packed in tight with an elusive smile.
Led with assuring confidence, you wave your tides, with a concupiscent style.