Gods arise and i hide behind the sun What could a soul like me do in the presence of divinity? Eyes of gold cut toward me And i know the message they hold But i, the coward, simply look away into the flames
Its fitting here, lying on the sun I pretend my agony is from the flames Even though a soul has no physical body Yearning has scarred me like glimpses of the moon And i remember life in solitude
****** hits like sinking deeper into the sun I look past the sky into the heavens above Clouded by a lazy orange haze I watch the gods weep to make rain
Sorrowful existence with no real meaning A star burns in the distance I pull fire over me as if i could feel the heat Like comfort could ever come to me
And when a god sends way for me They lift me from the flames like a leaf on water Like a shell from the sea They mold me a body and toss me away to the earth Says ‘come back to me, my child, when you can feel bliss’
And i grow up desperate for love Desperate to feel pleasure in the midst of pain Learn a thing or two about happiness And false hope of a single god Wander the earth and revel in its beauty Scar the skin they so gracefully gave me
And when i have lived as much as i can I become cowardly again I see their face in my dreams I get old yet stay the same Die in my sleep one day
My soul rests on the sun again And they come to greet me Says ‘did you learn what you could be’ Hugs my scarred body As i nod timidly
I learned of pleasure I learned of love I learned to feel At home in the heavens above
sometimes i'd rather believe that this is my purpose rather than anything else. It feels like i was born in pain, even though i know i wasn't. Sometimes its nice to just pretend im a child of the sun. .
my mind is going to explode not sure how much longer I can stay on this rope my arms, legs, and hands are giving up my days blend into weeks, there is no living up no laughter-filled dawns or innocent wrongs all so mundane, just a playing pawn in a losing game, just losing weight it's depressing this depression, I wish I invested but now I am stressing they say it's a blessing which is distressing because I feel like I am suppressing underneath the weight of academics, surprised I made it through 12 first-year almost broke me and second year is not discerning my mind is going to explode the candle won't stop burning my cup is overflowed
My hand outstretched, reaching for your closed heart Reaching down, hoping you won’t fall apart
In your palm stands a candle burning The warmth and light you’ve been yearning
But it’s light is abating And it’s warmth has been excruciating.
Now the light is long gone And I couldn’t go on,
The candle and I left you in the dark With the remains of our spark.
Sometimes I feel like you’re holding on to things that hurt you instead of reaching for the ones that are trying to help. But time can and will run out. Eventually that helping hand will get tired of waiting for one that is too busy hurting itself.
It feels like our sun has split, temp is turning route and stoney grey white light now dips sooner still. No burning haze, nor warmth caught in open play and less so the golden rays from evening shades.
Darkened days will cling to run amongst us, when there's no fire blown above the hills. Age displayed as others ill now start to wilt, and aloft the silence drops without response.
Our sweet retreat returns from deeper dreams, before the fresh breath glimpsed in brand new air gives us this good grace of green again. The sense of death keeps seeping in resolve, for future stories to reflect as we continue to unfold.