My mind is a black hole It consumes every bit of information that comes my way Relentlessly absorbing every new anything To the point that I am nothing Nothing but this black hole That is filled with everything Because even though I hold it all within my grasp I can not stop consuming long enough To use up what I already have
How much longing can one person suffer An endless turmoil of an empty lover One day I'll meet the eyes of someone filled with passion As it all spills from their lips Every dream they let out in a whisper I'll write them out in the stars So they can shine down and illuminate them Then they'll finally be able to see They are what makes the sky dance with light
Soft lips to touch my cold hands A kiss to relight my inner flame With a **** I thought burned out All from the star I couldn't live without
I have gold coursing through my veins and silver flooding in my lungs that turn into richened glitter with every exhale My mind is a garden with exotic fauna to leave all who enter in awe My words are like the sharpest blades that pierce into a battlefeild of whirling lies My heart is a chasmic void to trap you in my sweetest lullaby For my poetry is the wing of a butterfly and a drop of poison all in one
If tomorrow I awoke in a hospital room To be told I'd been in a coma for most of my life I know I'd ask for five minutes more Because this dream has left me So tired, so exhausted Even if its all just been a long sleep It hasn't been long enough
What makes me human? Is it... The constant craving for more? The **** for power? The uncontrollable rage? The unsettling stomach? The need to feel on top? Standing above everything with a head held high? or The pushing of others just in spite?