And she loved all the things that tore her down. Often left empty and alone, she said she’s not broken. She has flown into agonizing fire and danced in perilous storms. Her bond with her rhymes freed her faithful soul.
From birth until death we ply our trade pulling anger and frustration to enslave, save our fixation on the withering winters grave... where we buried summer and found our calloused hands warming on a fire we spent hours forming in history’s funeral pyre.
If we could see above the suffering and the internet buffering if we could hold eternity in our hearts and not let it get torn apart
we would see beyond the frogs well and believe in heaven and not in hell
the fool created his own woes sorrows laid into his red nose dirt fills his mind nothing pure and full of sin sadistic miseries fill him within the fool only knows negatives his life called for nothing but ridicule if only the fool knew that he could command an audience he rather cry in silence die and rot away to the dirt that used to fill him
I just want it to be forgotten A myth it is A shadow in the midnight Invisible to the eyes Buried deep down the ground Scary to talk about Yes a different story it is Without a beginning or ending I want to celebrate it whilst hiding from the crowd Yes I want to be all alone Away from the people I love A moment of silence Shutting down myself from others I want my birthday to be forgotten
Lost in the passage of despair and confusion, Tangled up in the horrors of the past, Caught in a web of endless stupor, The unseen whirls of sombre silence, Her silhouette blended again in dimness, Fallen. Faded. ...
She watches a firefly dancing in the pretty, sorrowful darkness. She’s a moonflower clinging to her dream, singing songs of love and magic. A mystical vision in the radiance of night, in her concluding silky, passionate glide upon the deathless sky, in her deepest grief, some blissful dreams arise.