I move a little better when I have you in my hands.
You accompany me as I roam the most distant of lands.
Your love is my drug I’m addicted to you.
You can be sweet, hot and cold my feelings for you would stay true.
Come have a piece of me and I take a sip of you.
It would be an honor to wake up and smell you like the morning dew.

Iridescently given in its robust, it may lose its value when it’s touched.
Cradled softly by life's dirt, soon to be uprooted and misused to give pleasure or hurt.
Eyes that shine like diamonds with a smile.
Kept it in a back pocket for a while.
This diamond lost its value yesterday, if it could break let’s throw it away.
This diamond the way it shines and gleams, is the value what it seams?
“More diamonds” are whelped as if one wouldn’t be help.
This diamond belongs where it’s kept best, in the dirt where it can get rest.
Nourished and treated away from misuse and hurt.
Throw this diamond away where it can be loved by the earth.

Refining your soft touch on gritted skin care. A rugged sense of life replaced with passion and fear.
Dull fangs pressed against tender lips so gentle and sweet.
The sleeping fiend inside starves from love under sheets.
Glowing eyes in the night thriving consuming hope from above.
Long nails now cut down to hold and comfort a dove.
The monster grew a heart after seeing what life really means.
The fallen fell in love with a reconciled fiend.

I can do this.
I can shift the tides of fate.
I’m unbound, not weary and always in a restless state.
I’ve shot a millions arrows bullseye and still feel I’ve missed my mark.
I pray wanting to be successful doesn’t lead me to the dark.
I close my eyes in the early mornings after doing an agenda that’s daunting me.
When they open I’m already busy working to be future free.
I see success when I’m working doing something.
I’m just happy for my gifts to create, true failure is doing nothing.

I can feel you, hidden through valleys under the deepest of oceans.
Formed by the pressure of pain and growing from its motions.
Your path blossoms flowers and life springs from each step you take.
Your candied aroma makes the fragrance of scented oils seem fake.
Your silhouette imprinted by memories to be unlocked.
My passion for you is unfathomable and can’t be rocked.
The tones given by life don’t resonate to your voice.
The garments you wear are beautiful and always the perfect choice.
You’re not in my hands now but I hold an echo of your love to come.
I can see a smile so bright it makes all my pain numb.
I gain my strength with each battle not growing tired.
Relentlessly I break the chains from binding what our fate is desired.
Your eyes burn with passion arraying love or brimstone.
Your actions are fruitful and within you is a home.
I feel your prayers for me and mine too are true.
I only pray I take the right path directly to you.
Refined and renewed with the sorrow that accompanies your love.
A heart hidden from a world fitted in a sinister glove.

I found the answer in words spoken by the mute.
They throw madras but the mantras don’t debut.  
I sleep but my mind is still awake, this vibration I feel takes my spirit out of place.
This world I’m in isn’t meant to be seen, these questions I have aren’t meant for the keen.
These nights are followed by reading this one book.
I’ve imprinted its sentences to keep my mind hooked.
I’m pulled back into a world that’s fallen from grace.
Waisting words to the def keep me out of this place.
After all this one question goes unseen.
Why am I still awake in my own dream?

Your presence has become a disturbance.
I hope not to see you come in.
Moving like lightning across my window.
I’m not sure if you’re outside or in.
A head on collision almost at your expense.
You’re probably as scared as I am, it makes no sense.

This broken compass guides to me a field of reeds.
I keep a file by my side so my horns will recede.
My herds gone they’ve left a long time ago. They’re waiting for me in a place with no sorrow.
I carry broken shackles on my feet from when I was set free.
With every clank it makes I’m revitalized abundantly.
My hairs grown long and my hooves worn dull.
I set my place of rest in the bright meadow.

The trees walk as the wind sings.

Traveling naked under the moonlight’s ring.
The scars gained are a reminder of what life can do.
Still in the battle with open wounds new.
Now I’m in control of the monster I was becoming.
Ive torn apart my fears no longer running.
The skin I was in never felt like mine.
I’m more sane when the beast uses my mind.

You’ve been keeping secrets from me.
Leaving when light breaks.
Carousel around in my brightest moments but gone when darkness takes.
Where do you go as if I’m not good enough for you to stay.
Maybe you’re still here, resting until it’s time to play.
You’ve been avoiding me when im accompanied by mental doom.
Maybe you’re still here embracing me when I’m in the umbras gloom.
You dance with me like you won’t leave when things get dark.
Stay away from me your presence has left its mark.