I am what I am, I speak what I speak.
I'm not what you hear, or what you see.
I am nothing, but everything at once.
When you understand we are all cut from the same cloth you will see. A reflection of yourself for all to be.

My soul sees yours, clear as day
singing softly but as quiet as night.
a candle burning in the windowsill flickers,
as I come to the realization that no matter what I do,
i'll never meet another soul like you.
I see you,
I can't help but wonder if my eyes decieve me.
I would exhale my last breath just to fan the flames of our brief existence.
The memories just wont fade away;
sometimes I wonder if I hadn't met a soul like yours, would I be as insightful?
or blind to the fact that I'm no longer whole.
Somewhere along the way I got lost in the echo.
Just telltale sign of what might have been, a ghost left for all to see.

Treacherous skies, she calls in the distance..
as ive come to understand, my wings;
shiver as she whispers..
is it my name? or is she telling me something different.
Oh, how i crave the wind in my face;
sweet sorrow, retaliating with its last embrace.
Just for a moment.. melancholy's her name.
With the most beautiful voice; soft like rose petals; calmly floating down stream.
If I were to decide today's the day i trust in my wings..
I wonder if i should ever see the world the same.
Jump! i hear another  voice..
claim the skies as if it were a gift; slowly but surely i feel the soft glow of sunlight.
soft and subtle.
melancholy seeps from view..
as if in a dream; my wings take flight.

Captured features of a dangerous creature named love; claims to be heavenly, the sudden sweet melody/
it burns hotter than fire, keeps you awake at night so all day you're left tired; exhaustion sets in as it takes control of our breath and presses play./
be careful as it takes it to the extreme, conceal and conceive every daydream; reveals defeat, an elite routine breaking the beams of the highest built barriers/
i don't know what can be scarier, keeping sanity forever or reliance on another soul; a casual casualty disguised as a masterpiece, a skillfully hidden tragedy/
no flaws in the strategy, the audacity for the ego to stare back from the vanity, must be royalty; hidden from her majesty/
a calamity hastily crafted from fantasy; going against my nature a heart in catastrophe. Hateful happy analogy practically a mortality/
nothing promises compatibility, temporarily the center of gravity. not a false start, proof for the fact its lost art/
understandably i found it myself lost in a spiral galaxy. naturally searching for relief; tie a rope and release/
taken to extremes are just what i perceive, bittersweet agony is all that i can see..

Hell on earth isn't so bad, I've been through the dust of the past settling upon the horizon;
I've seen the end of hopelessness, witnessed my wildest fantasy's crumble like the autumn
leaves on a tree.
but i endure, off of 2 hours of rest; my body runs on prayers..
fueled by water, with no words to make the days feel softer..
the time has come where i must commit to myself or be tossed down stream by the
vengeful currents of life.
I've tried, and i'm still trying to search for something greater than nothing.
The horrible suspense is enough to drive tame people insane;
but i endure, as my soul is different.. intertwined by the tragedies of 100 years of oppression..
isolation is my only friend now. It grips my thoughts faster than I can release them.
but I let it, in hopes one day things will have a better outcome.
but whatever dreams may come.