There will always be that one moment in life when ask yourwelf those fateful questions, "What is my Purpose, how can I find it"?

Ramanticism reached beyond beyond,
Darkening and lightening the world,
But it wasn't a purpose that i had written down it was my feelings that i had referled.
Just my emotions Drawing in others and making a subsequential bond.
It was either happy or sad i had blindly written down,
But it was not a purpose, for this I longed.
So I was nothing but determined to search for mine,  I was lost in a realm of blank,
For a purpose deep down I needed to find.
Endless nothingness, as if alone at last, to find my purpose before my time come to pass.
So lost, and still wanderingg, even from the highest reaches, There was no purpose in sight,
I even went deep down inside myself and challenged my nightmares to a fight.
Still lost if not even deeper in the darkness of the pit,  soon approaching destination point and my burdens making me deadly sick, I will not dig my grave, and I cannot need help, it is me who must rescue myself, find my purpose and then be saved,
Not taken by any other or anyone else, if so, failed accomplishements, I will be internally graved.
  Ive fallin, to deep, to dreary, to steep, nearly succumbed to defeat.
When all seemed gone and I was forever lost, it approached me and seemed fragile, bearly to be ceased, almost nothing was there to permit. When I was lost in a search, it was there, fading and just wanting to live.
I realized it isnt me who needed to find my purpose.
It was my purpose who needed to find me to exist.

                            Without you there is no purpose.

She gazes at me, and always loves what she sees,
Always tying to get closer and closer, were together, isnt it enough your My beholder?
Trying to see all that I am, I want you to see all that you need
When your eyes pierce my soul, its like the worst of me your trying to Conceive,
I only want the good for you, stop trying to feel for the dark,
Believe me when I say this love is true,
Stop trying to make it so hard,
It will not work if it continues this way,
She wants whats behind the mask,
If I give it to her, what will she say?
Can she really journey that path?
I cant keep it concealed because only just a mirage,
She holds my heart and begins tightening,
Cracking and cracking the disguise, breaking it harder as she keeps on Fighting,
Maybe ill show her, inevitably she's just to wise,
Look forth, For beneath this mask...
               Its just a ripple, another and another disquise...

Negative emotions clouding thoughts with translucent feelings, Breaking free from a cage.
Unknowingly,  its the cage of my soul
It Ripped straight through the ceiling.
Now im lost and out of control, all so very unappealing.
Will I find a way to conceal this purge, or will I die fully consumed, Whatever happens, it must be heavenly divine.
Even if that means I lose myself and all the love I hide guarded in a Tomb begins to slowly age and die.

My only fear is fear itself.
Im not afraid to die, more afraid of myself.
I may die but when I look death in the eyes,
Ill stay sane and brave, rid myself of all those cries.
So many tragedies, soon to come after I die.
Peace; my wanted fantasy.
My heart wanted to save lives.
Death came too soon but I accept it.
Its time for me to rest.
Beautiful death...

Lost in someone elses melodie
going to the beat of their drum, like im stuck in their head awake and sound asleep.
Wonderland on a cliff,
Somewhere unknown in the back of my mind, yet I still might find home.
Dorthy got her wish,
Im still stuck flashing in a rave, an echoe in the mist.
Im lost and im found.
World shapeless, Well my minds round.
Its like a dream, I feel like a fish, like a meteor burnt to crisp.
What it may seem, Im lost in someone elses melodie
The pain is taking over everything
Its like a fantasy
Exept its called reality...

If it happened, who knows what would result.
She can go blind from all the corruption,
Or even find she can care for me, and hate me not.
What will I find in her? Whats beyond beauty in seduction?
Maybe the so called love would just disperse.
In truth and lies we would know it all,
All the black from the white.
I'll know her greatest mistakes
She will know its myself I always fight.
What will we find threw our secrets.
Desperation could soon secrete,
If I fail to care for her,
I've already been lost in my own defeat.

If we knew eachothers secrets, what would we find we hide?
Will it be the sense of satisfaction, Lost and Deprived?
Maybe, we will find the Apathy behind doors after doors so heavily confined...

The pain ached, it echoed and repeated each day a fragment of you Surfaced my mind.
Suffering time and time again, Soon enough the pain will cease.
Numbness I shall find.
I am not a beast, but I adapt to pain.
When hurt enough, all the pain will turn to normality,
More and more endurance I shall gain.
Hurt me now, hurt me later, it will never turn to fatality.
I care not, I'm a bridge that shall never break,
Strengthened by the hurtful memories beneath my surface,
It will always hurt, yet soon enough, ill even adapt to the numbness. . .