be in the soft sands
while the ocean tide gently sways
let the sunset warm your heart
and its beauty calm you mind

Above the surface
glorious souls glisten in star light
no corruption can infect such purity.
Meanwhile in a dark world beneath
innocent minds are suffocated by the black smoke
left in torture without a cure to madness.

It would be easier to not have an identity because then you are not subjected to be judged or labelled by flawed categorizations of society.

We dream,
We dream because,
We dream because there's hope in dreams.

A Singularity,
we are irregular anomalies.
Through the black hole,
we create our own dimensions.

The brittle air of night freezes my lungs to solid ice,
I am left with just a gasp of air to hold on to.
I can feel my brain crystallize into thin ice sickles
the numbness forms an impenetrable shell.
I wait silently in darkness for the warmth to return
and free me from my cold pressed shackles.