My friends in the closet have come out to play
They have planned to dress me in there bones
I know my day is coming soon
They are building up poison and ready to unload

To take a spear to the vessel
That they once had

The skeletons they come alive and their eyes burning red
They are ready to strip me clean of what lived in my head
They are numerous and powerful and they all have been read
Full of shame and regret for all they have said

At first they fought for a reasonable time
But their will had dried up then **** went their minds
The heart became blind
Because its leader was gone
The skin became frail
It's life almost gone

In the corner he sits
Fragile with dust
On his nose his chest his hands and his knees
His head his heart his gut and his feet

Now his time has come a door has been opened
His bones rattling not a word had been spoken
His life has a purpose for the sake of vengeance
Time comes alive not a path of remenencence

They are ready to take me in and devour me alone
I can beat them one by one and bone by bone
But now is not so great
There is no color in my eyes and my skin has no tone

I am not ready for you just yet
I haven't had the chance to watch my life go by
I haven't let go and said my goodbyes
I haven't the strength to face you eye
So I ask you to hold your fire
I promise to put up a good fight
But please give me more time

I'm the bird under a bridge
I don't use twigs or leaves to form my niche
I feed my young
Under a roof of sturdy pillars
Where the beggars flock to stay

And I know I should have chosen a tree
But theres much more shelter here
And this bridge is not going anywhere

So we'll get some funny looks
From the cars passing by
But each person in that car
Wishes for but a safer life

And I'll live it right here

I am the sun in the summer time
I take my time to set in the west
Heating the surface of the world
And giving life to each guest

Don't bask in me too long
I tend to burn
Some will bask for days
But it's them who never learn

I strike upon those who seek me too much
I disguise myself in light
But they do not understand
that I am surrounded by night

Treat me right and I will give you peace
But all in excess leaves the eyes blind to see
I will give you color and life
But it's best your timing is right with me

Catch me in the morning I will bless you with the morning dew
And in the evening I will cool the air that was made for you
That which shines is not always golden
But silver and copper too.  

I am like the moon
I change my form but its all written down
I am the closest piece of space and at that the brightest
But I have yet to make a sound

I disappear for one day of the month
But I slowly appear on all the rest
As if to say, "I can't guide you tonight, but let me get this off my chest.
I'll reveal myself a little each night
But give me a little rest
I have a whole world to go around
And my speed is not the best

Let me wax on my appearance
And make each night brighter
And wane once I am full
To hide once again from the fire

But don't worry I'll be back,
Just give me one night of peace
Let all be dark in the world
And let each star shine brighter than me

I need one night of darkness
Where no one can see
So I can find my way once more
And let the orbit find me

I am love, I am everything all in one
I am the rising moon and the setting sun
I am every lost soul, and every soul won
I am everything you've seen and everything you've done
But your eyes don't usually catch it
Because your time here is not done

Let the sun and the moon make their case
Though they are both opposite
They both shine light upon your face

It's the suns reflection on the moon
That best exemplifies such saving grace.

To fall in and out of this drunken web we weave
Time goes by slower than desired
you still need to find what you desire
Because you won't find it in what we have conspired

I am not the dot on your radar
I am the spot you missed in the grass
I am your friend
but that grass continues to grow
and love is not what embraces it to such a mass

Silence is said to be golden
because it is simply a reiteration of things
that have the properties of being broken
What do your silent spells tell me
that my pauses in speech have not already spoken?

You are fire and I am water
But we are not blissfully ignorant
no, this is not an indie movie
we are opposites
but they do not attract
they distinguish the other
water makes fire smother
and water evaporates into its brother

You are a flame being kindled by the desires of youth
and I am waters flowing through all walks of life
with eyes of a learned elder.
I observe, you do, I observe you,
I intrigue you, You act upon you.

I flow and you burn
We are opposites that don't attract
This isn't a dream, but we can surely act
I have a beautiful mind
You have a beautiful body
and you have such a hollow tact

We both have passions
Mine compassion, yours politics
Mine genuine, yours manipulative
Emotions are art, emotions are toys
Find your heart in clever decoys

I see your core
Yes, it's beautiful
but your afflictions have it so clouded
that you are pushing me away
You need to sort out your clouds
You need to act
I need to observe.

It's frustrating when myself is never to be found.
When I look so diligently
and my passions make the slightest intonation

I look in obsessions that I call a benefit
I enshrine myself alive
I submerge my passions
I am underground
I am drowning above expectations

I am everywhere when I am alone
and when I am alone I am everywhere
Or atleast that is how the antithesis goes
Frankly, I must be lost.

What had found me before has fled to hide
And the doors that have opened
have had broken hinges for far too long
What doors that have closed
I wish to nudge open once more but only for a moment.
Driven by a mad curiousity; anxious.

With a moment I will come and go
with a moment I will remember
and with a moment I will forget and let it be.

I am blinded by what I see too often
What I never see I wish to leave as is

It should not be with me
it should be finding where it belongs

I will recapture myself gloriously
I will dig myself out of my own life
I will put this shovel to the heal these glory days
Nothing is reborn, but transformed.

What was old is never new
and what was said and done
will never rise up
unless given a shovel.