Forearm violin, and razorbladed bow
Play me the saddest song that you know
Sing me your pain as you cut out each note
A melancholy melody drenched in scarlet woe

I feel the burdens you confide within me
I embrace every chord your song screams
Im taken by the weeping will to live that pervades with every cry of the strings

And so the high comes low, the Grave tempo sweeps me through the finale's bend
And In my applause, I pray you never have to play that song again.

Will you accept the final note to bring to your suffering to an end?
Or will you let the past torment you again and again?

An oxymoron
Probably the biggest contradiction yet

How can one's life be so beautiful yet tiring?
A concept we are all well aware of,
life is full of ups and downs.

But why do we still forget to count our blessings?
Complaining becomes habitual because
it's always easier to remember the bad.

So why don't we channel that energy into the good?
Go through the motions of your downfalls,
take all the time you need to process.

Eventually, when you're ready - take a step back.
Focus on the present, dare to dream your future.
Be thankful, always - that we are living.

Only those alive, have the privilege of having emotions.
And these feelings, those experiences - which belong to you only,
are what we call life.

Once I knew not my Redeemer
Who had freed me from death.
When I seemed lost in this vast world -
Swimming, I held my breath.
Tossed by the great stormy sea,
Blinded by worldly cares,
Striving for things that'd never be,
Not a moment was rest.
The thunder did above me moan,
And lightning flashed in the sky,
And the flood did all o'er me pour,
Then I heard the Lord's cry:
Turn again, O loved sinner,
Return thou to thy home,
Why art thou in this vast water,
Waiting for thy doom?
I died upon the wooden cross,
That thou and many live,
Thou shalt not be lost,
If only thou believe!
Oh, how my heart then did rejoice
When I left all and all,
And I did raise my voice (loudly),
"Dear friends, do hear this call:
Turn again, O loved sinner,
Return thou to thy home,
Why art thou in this vast water,
Waiting for thy doom?
I died upon the wooden cross,
That thou and many live,
Thou shalt not be lost,
If only thou believe!"

burning in my chest
is an anger i haven't felt
at least
not in a while.

i can feel my bones in my body
and they don't feel happy
i can feel the anger fester
and i don't want it to lash out

not at those i love
please

The emotions I carry are too big for my vessel.
Twisting, no entwining with my veins.
Like vines engulfing trees they’re
Slowly choking me.

Unsaid feelings filled
His heart,
It overflowed, yet
He continues to
Tidy it up,
And let his soul,
Warmth by tears.