The toxin of sadnessLike ink spilled onto a jotter,
or into a glass of water. It spreads slowly and seemingly at random,
clouding reality and suffocating clarity in tandem.
I thought it would pass, like a common cold, but it took hold of my skeleton
Where the depth of my coldness breathes without a sound
A hollow can be found, like breaking open a rotten fruit.
And in the space, is the unknown. The dark could hold anything
The light, the spring, the clear oasis that brought salvation
Is gone. The space breeds only starvation.
It creates an emptiness that grows.
It doesn’t stop at the edges of my bones, my skin almost groans
With the weight of the depression, I can feel it take possession.
And I let go. Let go and feel freedom without responsibility
And the emptiness prays on my susceptibility. It shall conquer all.
And I will fall.
HeartbeatsI lie so close, your heart beats in my ear,
it feels like you are me as your lifeline I can hear,
It doesn't tell me of the current that charges around to each bodily crevice,
This is only evident in your fingers and the warmth with which they caress,
It doesn't tell me if you are nervous or if it's all fake,
For this is proved already as the notes in your voice shake,
It doesn't tell me of how much you love me,
In your shining eyes this is plain to see
This is not an emotional tool for which I can pick at information
But the timed drum beat of your heart brings me condemnation
For believing in immortality, with your heart beat in my ear
I know to treasure what I have because the end is near
What is Freedom?To be a free child.
Growing up in a world that's
not as wild or full of fears
When the land is our back garden
the only things to harden our bones
is the wind
You cannot sin
because you are born free.
except to be what you can be.
Because where there is no wrong,
You've to be strong
because you want to
because that's what you do
because thats you
but its everyone else too
and to be anything less is a sin. You've got far to go.
and you can't win.
Where is Creativity?Where is creativity? I found some in a friend's
lend of a cigerette
the brunette had filled it with a bit more than nicotine
like a vaccine it filled my muscles with a new life
a new strife, I took up my destiny
Now it's left my rhythm offbeat, and I have
sore feet from dancing to the bone, now I groan,
how I can't move no more, the world's
a whore for fogetting me
and I'm the one that's free
I just inhaled that
one way ticket to be
and with it's soft paws
and sharp claws
it filled me
so I'd fight for it
but when I needed it most, my life on the brink
the good times were gone in a blink.