I bury my head below the tide to remind myself that I am alive

I am of death
Blessed is the one who accepts me without question
Blindly follow truth as all things return to me
Be calm as time moves on
Don't be blue or red
Your fate has come back for you, walk on with out dread

I am of life
Doomed from the start, acceptance is not a reality one wants
Safely hold onto the walls of uncertainty
Safety is but a white lie
Lying in wait for a truly blue moon
We are but agents of fate

how can i
feel so much
yet not at all

the razor edge
of living sharp and free
is when the roses lose their petals,
the thorns are all i can see

i tried to buy a heart across the street,
but the man there said new hearts don't come cheap.