all I'm thinking of is ***
and happiness and gold
all I'm thinking of is love
for me and me alone
all I'm thinking of is laughter
like I had before
all I'm thinking of is getting high
some more some more some more

Look into my eyes,
And tell me about your dreams.
No matter how silly you think they are,
They will always be beautiful to me.
Let me be the one you call,
When you're up late at night,
Because you can't sleep,
And I'm the one you choose to talk to.
Make me the one you come home to,
Whether it's been a long day,
Or a short one.
I love you.
With a passion that could fill a thousand lifetimes,
That could bring death back to life,
With the dedication of history's greatest armies,
And the depth of the lowest point in the deepest sea.
I just want to be the one you fall asleep next to,
and the one you wake up to in the morning.

She fell in love with her best friend
Crazy i know,
But she couldn't help it
He fell for her too
She literally fell for him,
She dropped the wall she built around herself
And he watched her open up
Then left her with her walls down
And her heart on her sleeve.
While building her walls back up
He had the audacity to come back
He begged for her
She being the stubborn in love girl she was.
Believed him
Her walls came tumbling down.
He left again
She fell again
He came back again
She opened up again
He left again
Soon enough she shut herself down
She never caved in
She WAS in love with her "best friend"
Claims she moved on, she did for a little
While he tells her all about his new crush
She remembers everything
She watches his eyes sparkle
And soon enough she built a whole
Barricade around herself.

A moon in which I'm happy
a sun in which I'm sad
a lovers touch
can make me hurt
and in sadness
make my heart feel glad

Silence

A pain ****** my left arm
and I open my eyes

I am lying
in a wasteland,
wasting away

A vulture's beak presses
deep into a mangled flesh wound
made above
my right pectoral muscle

I feel the eyes
of the vulture,
staring into me,
and I feel connected
to it

I think,
if this is the end
of everything,
then I suppose
it's not the worst
way to go

The vulture picks at me,
cleaning my innards
with it's bloodied beak
I feel nothing
Nothing inside me,
nothing beyond
me to envision

These days
are silent,
albeit my screaming voice,
and I wonder
if the atmosphere
trembles subtly
while my lungs
collapse

Light is only in my eyes
reflected by the memories
I'd walked through
in my years,
and the trees
that line
my path
bend
I break

There is little solace
in this heavy heart
knowing it has been beaten
and beating
for something
more
With the vulture
having emptied
my decomposing body,
we fly

Bright must be the light that shines from within, deep and roaring with the overwhelming radiance of a thousand suns.
The fuel surges through our veins and our tried courage the ember which sets the blaze of triumph raging through the ages.
We are the light, bane of the dark.
Fear not the flames, for our valour is the blade that splits the sky a sunder, sending ripples through the very fabric of the universe for all eternity.
The great white wolf walks at our side and the raven reveals to us the route less traveled. Righteous with our every step to purge this existence of the wicked and the cruel.
Lay down beloved foe, you are forgiven.
And when it is our time to die, our death song will thunder with all the resounding clarity of a dying star.
Guardians of savage love and serine peace. Let the sweet scent of roses take you away,  feel the kind sun kiss your flesh and greet death with a smile. Hello old friend I'm coming home... Victorious.