All roads given, and I took the shortest.
With each step lessened, one more second
Could be granted to my resting joy:
A contempt existence riskless to the pushing wind.

Only, when looking behind from the alley vantage,
Points can be seen where decisions deemed
Correct at the crossings, a straightforward
Mind decides to never turn.

This is a consequence only in hindsight is learned.
I've had much time to observe this as my road,
The shortest road, has been nearing it's end.
And as I lay myself upon the frigid brick,

I can no longer feel the wind.

ever burning, eternal flame,
you have taken my finite skies.
the embers leave only a name
for this vessel that holds no eyes.

forever fire, you're to blame!
heaven has fallen from its rise,
and given ground chance to reclaim
the life stolen by my demise!

never shall I lose the shame
of not ever exchanging goodbyes
with my only love, the dead dame
that my eternal flames despised.

When silence is no longer golden,
When your ears are in need of a laugh,
Let music do the talking.

From the charm of quiet chimes,
To the melodious screams of passion,
The shadows of emotions from ecstatic poets
Will excite your senses.

Through their tunes,
They paint landscapes.
Through their lyrics,
The play the strings of our hearts.
Through their songs,
We find pieces of ourselves.

Through music,
We find shelter from the world outside.

Oh, how I dread the laughs of the ignorant
As "the Bunch" swim in their own stupidity
Shielding themselves from the truth

The truth couldn't shut them up
Nothing could
So, I left them to drown in their shallowness

You would think they would learn
But it's a hopeless case.

Your eyes betray me.
Leaving me to drown
In a sea of confusion.
Your lips, laced in euphoria,
Leave me dazed
Trapping me in your embrace

Why must the hue of your copper eyes
Complement the stares of the skies?

Why must the glimmer of the stars,
The abyss of the night,
Be the prisoners of your stare?

Why must I be trapped by your glare,
Demented by the dream of having
Your hand in mine?

-
“You are perfect,

in my eyes,”

       Said the moon,
            in disguise.
-

You can find darkness in every cell of my body.
    "The murmur of shadow, the hum of night."
                         We build our skins when the sun isn't looking.