You don't know me.
Or my unrequited dreams,
You haven't seen my failure,
Or witnessed me endure,
You don't hear my heartbeat,
Or the patter of my feet,
You can't feel my nerves on end,
Or see how my fingers bend,
You don't know my secrets,
Or memories I'd like to forget,
You haven't heard me sigh,
Or stifle a small cry,
You've seen me everyday,
Said you love me in every way.
But how can that even be,
If you still don't know me?

Dinosaurs were in existence for 160 million years.
**** Sapiens have been in existence merely 200,000 years.
Will humans remain the dominant species on Earth... or are we simply a phase of life that will eventually be replaced? ...and if so, how so? Will mankind extinguish itself? Or is mankind -is the aspect of life itself- some type of chess game played by the Gods of the universe? By Gods of the universe... do I literally mean spiritual Gods and anointed souls... or do I mean the physical and chemical forces that construct and compose the world beyond the world that we live in.
What about dimensions?
Are the crossable?
Should I mention; they say that human beings are the most intelligent creatures alive. We exist and thrive off energies and vibes yet how many of us utilize the potentials possessed within us? Does that make us less intelligent than they say?
But who is 'they'?
Who believes in the extraterrestrial?
Who believes in Magic?
Are dreams a portal to things unforeseen?
Is there a higher power, or are all things reasonable and explainable through the documentations of science?
Have you ever pondered the wonders of Faith?
Does everything happen for a reason, or are all things coincidental?
Knowledge is Power and Evolution is Revolution.

Waking up from this nightmare
Of your useless lies
That led me down the path of destruction.
This is it
I can feel my bones shake through my skin
As I break through the dead end
You've brought me to.
Let me sift through your mind
And plant the venomous words spit at me
Through your gruesome lips.
I'll walk you into the darkness of my soul
That leads to death.

And yet she slumbers,
knowing not what goes through his mind,
and little more of what goes through her own.

Listlessness in terms of what to do,
and what not.

What's there to do when both the kettle and the *** are black?
Is it what many call love?

Why does it feel different than rom-coms
and everything that seems so well to point it out.

Instead, it's a hunger; it's a hunger to do more for the sake of her.
For the sake of self, and more for the sake of the one who created them both.

*Let us pray

Thaw the numbing ice
Clogging my soul’s arteries
And veins.