There was a neon angel, that seemed to be close

I grasped my hands around the lights, like a moth to the moon

I felt the warmth of the glow, the feeling of completion

I felt a cold, like a knife on my spine

That angel seemed to fly away

And I seemed to be sinking in the groud

And the world grew grey

And I lost some flesh

As the world, seemed to be slipping

From my axis

You are such a sweet soul, that has been born into a world of vileness and cruelty

You have a smile that is Christ like, you have the voice of a bird song, beautiful to listen and cherish

You have been cut and bruised, from the words of those that wish to hurt the joy you have

You are strong, you have endured, and you have strived

You never needed anyone to give you help, because inside you are a warrior

You are as shy as the fox in the forest, timid in your appearance, you sit in fields of daisies

But you are strong in your ways, you are stone, you are a rock

You are careless in your actions, you are as free as the wind that blows against the tops of these pines

But you are strong, you have endured the judgement of others from your mistakes, you have proven you are marble, and that you shape your own life

You are unsure, you are confused, and that is okay, for you are still strong

You are young, you still hold to the warm joy of your youth, you still believe in innocence, and the morality of fairy tales

But you are strong, you are naive, but you have a heart of pure gold, warm and maginificent as the sun

You are fat, you’ve been ridiculed for your looks as young as you could walk, you have endured everything tooth and nail

But you are strong, you are the towering oak tree, you are the symbol of strength, you carry radiant beauty in your limbs

You are different, you do not fit the mold of this society, you have been scorned for going against what is deemed as morally right

But you are strong, you are the obelisk of resilenice, you spit blood and defy the lashes that people wish to give you, for you are strength

You are poor, you’ve had to work the fields as long as you can remember, and you’ve faced cruelty from it

But you are amazing, you are strong, you are a sunflower growing among wheat

You are such a sweet soul, that has been born into a world of vileness and cruelty

You are simply, amazing

I went to the woods to find me a new bed, to find another vessel to lay my flesh to slumber

I saw a field of orchids, and went to pluck them for my use, but they said they wished to remain there

I went to take a log from it’s resting place, it was rotted and old, but it wished to stay at its grave

I went to take sunflowers to make a colorful bed, but they wished to stay were the sun would rise highest

I went to a bushel of barbs, and they said they were alone and longing, they would be glad to make my bed

he awareness of a broken adolescence, when you know that it has slipped away into the sea

Oh how it becomes

When you look to the roads, and see they aged, cracks among the asphalt and despair in the colors

Oh how it becomes

Looking to your hands, to see how withered they became, to look at your face and see the sunken eyes

To sit in sadness among the lonely ghosts, to swallow of the sorrow of forced adulthood, to have blood seep from your smile

Oh how it becomes

To not deserve the despair of your broken childhood, to not have been the victim of the devils that befell you

It is a depression that truly never leaves, it is a anger that lines the grey of your skull

Oh how it becomes

But it gives a resolving strength, it gives the hide of the rhinos anger
It gives the resilience of rebellion, it gives the determination of future

Oh how it becomes

In the darkness it seemed you lived, how you live in the fog of the past
But you gain light to break it away, to walk with anger to futures of hope

Oh how it becomes

I wanted another night in the skyline of neon angles, listening to their buzzing and soft humming tunes, the scent of humanity permeating in the air

I wanted to become a coyote, to roam to desolate futures of shattered selves, and despaired youths

To sink my skin in the red clay earth, to grow my leaves to highest reaches of the cosmos, touching the stars with my withered green

To become the darkness of a forgotten structure, to observe the hollow masses that walk around, to become serene in the fire on horizons

I wanted to become songs of forgotten happiness, to take my leave to pools of sorrow, and seep away my mind to the tales of heroics

I wanted to take solemn steps in old Venice, to become the whispering finch among the waters, and sing away what life I used to know

To shed away God's black tears, and jump from the edges of your senses, to the oceans of sand that lay beneath

To run my body through fields of orchids, to feel the wonder of solidarity, to become the scent around in this earth

To scream from the tops of fallen titans, to lay my body to rest on their shoulders, and for a moment feel like one of them

To be Alpha & Omega, to be the riverbed that supports the waters of life, to understand the minds that lay in these rocks

I wanted

I know you see the world burning around, those sorrowful tears of despair in your eyes, streaming down like the waters of Peru

But I am going to grasp you close, I don’t know how much youth we have left, but I know I wish to spend it with you

I won’t whisper sweet nothings to you, I won’t partake in giving you roses, I won’t promise I’ll be around forever

I tell you in clear tone, that I wear my heart on my worn out sleeves, that I see you and I see why life isn’t always darkness

I’ll take you to the rivers I walked before, and tell you my memories, and how I wish to make new ones with you

I’ll tell you that I’ll die one day, and that I wish to make it count, so I’ll take my seconds being around you

You aren’t a waste among this earth, you are the lotus among the thorny vines, the magnolia against the pouring rain

You are the temple in wish I find sincereity, you are the docile lake were I look at the mirrored stars above

You are the roaming fox, among the foggy woods, encumbered by dread and sorrow

You are the realm were fantasy becomes real, were dreams take forms of plausible smiles

You are what makes the doubt become dust, you are the breath that blows it to the eternity around

You are the astral spectical of crystal amazement, you are the life inside the dreams of love
You are something amazing, something special, something extrodinary