I'm losing colors in my waters.
The fog in my brain is thickening
and I'm afraid there is a monster.
My breath is steady quickening,
what if I think I'm the imposter?
The thought of it is sickening,
but up there is a higher place
of not racing in thinking things.

With my back against an old tree,
I hope no one can find me.
If they don't understand
what's going on with me
then I can't withstand
the barriers of my sensitivity,
and the sea of regret
comes rushing rapidly.

I'm prone in the force of my zone.
I knew something was altered
when I felt it in my bones.
Stay committed and I fit in
where the normal don't belong.
There's a black sheep in my home.
It's funny how I always feel alone,
even with familiar faces
smiling through the phone.
You've felt it before,
but that'll change when I'm gone
and the mic is on the floor.

Hope below the moonlight
Invested in nonsense
Believing if there's hope
Life won't need to end

Childhood, so sweet,
put holes in my teeth
Innocent nightmares
bear cruel realities
They grow there

Hope below the moonlight
Invested in nonsense
Believing if there's hope
Passion grows, endlessly
She was wrong

Fire gets the rain
Smiles wither
Teeth rot
Empathy opens
Invites love
Invites pain

Time expedites
The threshold dips lower & lower
The balance upsets
Love disappears
Pain envelopes

Now I can't feel
Why would I
not want that?

We are all dancers with words
together connect with a creative invisible cord
laced in a melody that plays from heart.