Mystery of the night,

Great winds with might,

Dreams that bring you fright.

Shadows dance upon the wall,

Footsteps echo down the hall,

With nothing there to see at all.

Whispers float on toxic fumes of air,

Something lurking, watching there,

A presence dark, a thing to beware.

The moon retreats from mortal sight,

Veiled beneath the cloak of midnight.

Fear takes hold and sparks the flight.

Sil...

I sought death,

But instead cried,

A hopeful plea,

Adance of glee,

Trying not to hide,

I feel a sigh,

Catching the skies.

Feeling chipped,

I caught my grip,

Trying not to trip,

in the moment I dipped,

I slipped,

Sprinting for the skies,

This time I’ll thrive,

Running from the tides,

I’ll break the bind.

In the moment I’d feel me,

I can see it, I can here me,

Tearing the appe...

They look down at me,

With narrowed eyes,

Casting shadows,

Spreading lies.

Each whisper cuts,

A silent blade,

In their judgment,

I feel betrayed.

Let them judge,

Let them sneer,

I’ll keep my heart open,

Facing my fear.

In the end,

My voice will soar,

Breaking free from chains,

Forevermore....

The knife is bought, and I will sharpen it constantly.

The knife has been purchased, and I will keep sharpening it regularly.

Whenever I contemplate thee,

The blade sharpens times three.

Whenever I forget all about the 333, the blade sharpens by a factor of three.

Thus, a line it shall be.

Not because thee will see,

Because thou won't and, frankly, don't.

No one sees the wounds as they ble...

In the shadows of love,

Silence now grows,

Deep roots once entwined,

But weariness shows.

Echoes of laughter fade into pain,

In the garden of memories,

I wander in vain.

Leaves in the wind,

We drift far apart,

Deep roots of our love slip through trembling hands....

Just because a flower withers,

Doesn't mean it's going to fade.

Like a flower, you're withering everyday,

You think it's meant to be that way.

Well, just so you know,

Wherever there is dark,

The moonlight will glow.

Wherever there is light,

The flowers will find it.

Sunsets-finally, it's quiet,

The moonlight hits a rose,

A flower on a gravestone,

Sinking into the darkness,

Soaking up th...

The man,

He seeks shelter,

Lurking around a church,

In a bubble,

Family gone,

Cold and alone,

Puffing on his cigarette,

Praying for a home,

He's in debt,

He prays for money to come,

So he can buy drugs,

Drugs that make him go numb,

But the Lord understands him,

Only God knows where he’s from,

The man,

He sits in his bubble,

Always fazed by everyone,

But the right one,

He understan...