And what do I mourn?
What do I mourn?
There where Love should
Rage and Storm
Only Silence
Empty and Forlorn.

In the darkness I go diving
And I do so with a smile,
Knowing that I love you
And I’ll see you in a while.

There is Art
In the Moon and the Stars
In Daisies and Violets
In Venus and Mars.
Art in the Oceans
Art in the Skies
Art in Lovers
And their Sighs.
There is Art
On Grass
In Drops of Dew
In Whispers and Fire
And in the Wind too.
There’s Art in your Soul
In Chaos and Pain
There’s Art in Tears
And in the Rain.

Art within You
And despite what I tell myself
It is true
There’s Art within Me too.

Chaos in my mind

                 Spirals on repeat

They left me behind

                  Blisters on my feet

I’m lost and I’m blind

                   Empty and Complete  

I try to chase my thoughts

                    But they end up chasing me

I'm good at hiding
Can't you tell?
I whisper things
I'd rather yell.

I swear to god
I cross my heart
But you can't tell
The lies apart.

I close my eyes
So that you can't see
The one I'm showing
Really isn't me

Sometimes all I hear is silence
So quiet that its loud
Suffocating in its stillness
Subtle in its sound.

Other times I hear only noise
Voices on voices until I'm gone
Drowning in fragments
Lost to everyone.

A storm is coming.
Can you see it rise?
Clouds on clouds,
Darkening the skies,

A whirlpool of seagulls
Their wings spread wide,
Observe from above
The swelling of the tide,

The sea as it churns
Angry and white,
Waves foaming and spluttering
In outbursts of light,

The air is like static,
Hear it crackle and hiss,
As it itches to experience
Lightning strike the abyss

The beach is deserted,
Been left cold and bare,
The ruins of sandcastles
Abandoned without care.

A storm is brewing,
Disturbed from its sleep,
Ruthless and wild
As it stirs from the deep.