How do you just disappear within moments?
How do you just let go of someone who was once the closest?
How do you just stay alive without feeling broken?
How do you just bare being your best while feeling your lowest?
How can i show my fullest extent of being potent,
at times like this?

How i dream to be surrounded
by the mist of mystery

You've found the girl you're gonna marry, it killed me.

Fell asleep in a bed of roses.
Their beauty can be misleading.
I wake up daily with ****** noses,
The morning after the beatings.
The Gallows of my mind,
Wreak Havoc on me.
Your thorns won't detach,
From the apple of my eyes,
Leaving me bruised and bleeding.

  Gathered my own army.
Escaped my own hanging.
Joined forces with the madness,
that has infiltrated my life.
Broke down a wall,
I didn't know could fall.
Must run the race,
When I've barely learned to crawl.
I'm learning to breathe fire.
Once and for all.

What's driving you on?
What leads you to breathe
Every aching second?
What hope can you hold,
Flossed from behind the fangs you bear
Why wear what clothes you find
****** at you from behind a bland tie?
Why follow on? Without a star?
With the skies cushioned by smog?

I ask, because I'm amazed,
It's not as if I could do it
It's not as if I did it myself
Lucky, listened me
Fortunate followed me
Hopeful happy me
So how, how do you do it?
Lost lessons to be taught from behind a plastic counter.
Those I never hope to gain

I’m wearing your red flag.
You now have a strand of my hair in your possession.
I breathe into your brown paper bag.
And my lips are swollen.
I succumb to the pollution as I inhale your tainted air.

I’ve grown up in so many ways.
Yet I still have fool written on my face.
My skin is up in flames.
It’s crowded here in my hiding place.
Will these demons ever call it a day?

This place is infected with your poison
And so is my sanity.
My thoughts conditioned to your control.
Powerless against the storm in my mind.
Just another lost soul.

Do you know
The shape of the my mind
The glimpses I catch
Give me a fright
Pretty please tell me
What do you see?
Are the images less frightening
Than I've known them to be

How do I put it together
How does the baggage become the feather
The philosophy tells me
What Will be will be
And acceptance of the facts is the way to be free
Free of expectations
And the following disappointment
An accidental acquisition easily defeated by intention