When my rage builds like the bursting flame
Shattered through my veins like glass
Glittering painful cutting my soul,
Hoarded deep the surface rage Continue reading
This is going to be casual
After all, what can I say
Am I wishing for a princess?
No, I wish for betterment
I spend all my life dreaming
Today, I want us all to wake
Do you see the flames fly
The world burned, S. Korea, Cali
Now Australia, I wish they’d listen
But goverment stoges sit
In offices cool and cozy
People March, people scream
People are dying everyday
But here I sit selfish dreams
New year wish to effect change
Raise the voices of the world
The meek, the dying, the silenced!
pain is not gentle, soft or kind
it does not caress or tender
pain is rough, rude, and callous
it is sharp and cruel and mocking
gentle is the wind of voice
gentle is the soft hand stern to guide
love takes you to good places
pain leads you to no good places
The lady of midnight
Visit me sweep me away
From this waking dream
Long for her grace again
Lady light shine on my agony
Oh Sora in winter be my spring
And I Koraki the eternal king
Lonely ever more to love thee
Sleep I must that I dream
Palaces tall caves run deep
And her raidiance all for me
Lady of midnight wait for me
her story is painted lillies
dancing in a stilted valley
along a shattered river
with lines along the surface
leaked through dripping
and the valley bleeds
Her story is pain
a silence you forced on her world
How plead you?
thankful your voice rings
like love I ached for sora
Dream with me my sky
I saw the night
Twinkle, raining diamonds
Into honey eyes
Feel trapped, mourning the dream,
Cut to pieces nothing left to see.
How do you bleed when vein dry?
A empty world filled with icy lies,
I can’t fight when others rather I die.
Every turn I’m wicked, narcissist,
Or I’m hated, othered, unwanted.
I file away the pain, slots of mind,
Empty, cold, no empathy to find.
Makes me worthless, no place for me.
Wake me from this misery,
This corpse tires as king of agony.
When will this damn curse lift,
Where is the supposes gift.
That life is suppose to be
Denied, rejected, forced to mask.
Hide dysphoria, depression, desire to die.
Hide my rage, my existence, wake alone.
I am done fighting on my own.
Please, crying out, desperate not to die.
Save me, I’m drowning in this sea!
Help so I can be who I see inside!
I shudder when she holds me
Ache when I hear my name
Moaned as a prayer
She whispers her love
Dark embracing my soul
Melting away until I am not me