Through this song I am
where my mind was in a panic,
my heart was in a knot,
its drum long gone.
Fateful delirium
like unearthing a grave,
one covered with purposeful seal,
now bonded to chaos.
These pangs are the wind
of a flute, poisoning the lungs.
Heartless pandemonium,
back you go
under lock and key.

Because he is my sun and
I am the moon.
Reflecting only the purest of lights even when
The night sky tries to drown me within
its endless sea of stars,
blooming and
booming,
continuously.
Although at times I feel lost within my own atmosphere and
the wind begins to ******* away from home, I know that
He will always be right there when I wake up in the morning…
Kissing my lips gently,
With the same pure light as the sun itself;
Smiling over me,
Allowing his brightness to
Fill my heart with warmth once again…
My sunshine.

Life is a traingle.
A journey from point to point.
Coerced into a new direction.
Each ending sharply, abruptly.
Always starting again.
An inevitable path, leading to an
inevitable end.