Through the darkest seed
Through the light split by blood and greed
They desire that which is forbidden
Yet persevere disregarding being forgiven
It's in disgust as infestations reap its greatness
Holding broken memories we soak in weakness
It's in these crown of thorns we rest in what we believe
Yet voiced with transparent lungs we grieve
We try to fight the silence but no one is listening
Screaming our emotions translates to whispering
As we bury their hope in the ground gasping their final last breath
We except their fate
Their destiny
Their death.
Even after death we feel their words resonate
As they breach the great white gate.
They are never forgotten, they are always loved
Looking down on us from above

-Joseph B Schneider

There were always words I could have said.
I could've danced right off your edge, World.
Instead,
I stared into the Star's direction (hypnotized) for nearly a decade,
and stumbled, blind, off your edge, World.

This aircraft is in flames.
The fuselage, broken.
My fingernails, bent.
My knuckles, white.
My parachute, missing.
My life,
flashing before my blind eyes.

She was hope, She was love.
Two things I had not believe existed for awhile.
Within those green eyes, I felt at home.
Though now you're leaving, hope is fading.
I'm lost and alone, and now I don't have a home.

You are the waves crashing into the shore,
And I am the pebbles you hit.
Crash into me,
I wanna be drowning in the sea.
Fill my lungs,
Pull me under twelve feet deep.
Sway with me,
You are my sweet pea.
You're just like the ocean,
Difficult to ignore.
But if i had a choice,
I'd still drown, for sure.

I just want to sleep
but I fear that it may reap
the memories
that I still keep
I buried deep beneath