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Dark, drab and grey, I can't stand straight, I slowly sway, With a miserable tone in all I say People no longer smile, they turn away, Now I crawl, rather than pace A spring in my step. What happened.
I walk towards the sun. Not feeling the heat. All my pains are long gone. And now am walking with bare feet. I walk towards you my sun. To make my heart stop this beat. The fire inside is almost gone.
Sometimes it feels Like a thorn is being Pushed slowly into My chest, A sharp stab of memory With every breath, A slow tearing of my wings, Clipped, flightless, I'm pinned and displayed For the...
A song enters my body It runs through my veins Consumes my dark heart And makes me seem sane I hear every note With clarity & delight This song consumes my soul And fills my darkness with a light...
A conjuration, Sleight of hand, Invocation, Summoning man. Bang of drum, A celebration, A magnification, A flash of insight. Mountainous roar, A penetration, Deep down, Dark vestibules.
#acorn I have been here for long Since I was young Surrounded by people I love dearly But now I want to wonder freely We've been trapped in this box Although no one sees it that way but me There...
Catching like wildfire, My desire, Flying higher. Red and blue and pink and green, Too keen, Serene, Against the screen. I call, my mouth, A bubblegum blue, The world is one, The world is true.
What have I become. You left neither with an adieu nor with Traces and trail for me to seek or chase.
I've never been a confrontational person Never thrown a punch, arguments were averted I've never felt hate for another living soul Never wished pain on anyone at all I've never raised my voice in...
#nightdwellers I am the product of my surroundings. Shaped, manipulated and surrounded. Making tiny Olympic circles in the dirt.
Born without a silver spoon Looking up making wishes to the moon, on a dark night, no light, no wont fight...
A life of greed and hatred, a life of morally accepted crimes. Only accepted by yourself.
She comes to me in my sleep. She storms in she doesn't creep. She gives my mind a revolution. She shows me my evolution. I never ever try to fight it. My beacons dark but she can light it.
I walk in the light Radiating the glow A thousand bright suns Shine out from my soul But the darkness ever lingers... Reaching out with blood stained fingers...
In my purest form I am an empty vessel. Still, I cling to myself. I am everything when I am nothing. Yet still, I cling to my self. It is in that sweet void of self I am reborn. Still.....
How does it start Where do we end. Will you always have to pretend. I gave back dreams you lent Dreamed a new dream, I believed in The shaman and the chief dancing to the beat, out and in of time.