In dreams a showering of silver wings, ones to clip on and fly away

to lift your body from from the ground, and soar among the birds

In reality it sinks back, the moment that causes your mind to go astray

Then a look among the pile, and realize the books are nothing but words

A walk among the pace of the living, it’s a feeling that seems never ending

A look to the trees and you see freedom, a cardinal that speaks words uncaged

He looks and says it may seem a curse to you, the time on the ground you’re spending

But do not take it for fault, do not become enraged

You do not need wings in your spine

I know you feel like a fish out of water

But take a wise word from my time

You are just a youngling, just a starter

Soon the world will be a pearl to you

To wear on your neck and shine

As it glows a shine that radiates true

And in time, you will find your place down the line

Piercing veils of the cracked smiles, an airy aura of simpler tendencies with gentler desires. The romantics to add to the colours, to make them see more vibrant and lucid.

When a streak of grey enters the mixture, there’s a muddling of spectrums. If only romantics could take the poor from the broken alleys, take the sick from diseased corridors, provide the hungry with the honey of maidens. But, sometimes the surface is just the surface.

When you dig into the rock, there is only more rock. When you mine away the granite, there is only more granite. A coal may produce that alluring diamond once in the sunlight of graces, but it’s not always the case, sometimes it’s just rock, sometimes it’s another dig. Another mine, to excavate the calcium built in your lungs, to breathe easy again.

I’ve wandered to the lands of shadows and twilights, to search for happiness

It is filled with morbid creatures, and cruel landscapes

It is a treacherous depth, a walk among the gardens of abyss

But to find this happiness, that I’ve heard in legends

I will scale these gothic paths, and challenge these ferocious beasts

For the pain and distress of this land, must be worth the light from within one’s self

That can be obtained, that can radiate this warmth, that I’ve heard in so many stories

I watch my legs, detach from their place, and walk as though they never needed me

My eyes are bleeding, the most beautiful glaze of grey, as it paints my cheeks and drips to the floor

My heart grows needles, from the inside of its chambers, it seems to sew away another wish for me

My teeth become black, at the touch of my fingers, as the pulse in my hands beats violently

My lungs begin to collapse, as they sing a rhapsody of death and grace

My veins turn neon, as though I am a star, and I have reached my supernova

My astral skin, begins to erode, as the sweat of my brow begins to calcify

My mind becomes snakes, that slither with intent, while I sit in horror and bliss

My feet never twitch, for they are stone, and I am marble

You think this is a heart of light, you smile while the blood of the innocent paint the ground, were the bodies lay

It is a heart of darkness, a heart of hatred, it beats in the shell of human greed and ignorance

The sun always shines, and there is always a new dawn, but those that are dead won’t ever see one again

It is never easy to take the truth, to take the stark reality of darkness, but joy is not a simple remedy to it

For it is a wound that will fester, and that will hurt, but it must be so to keep the mind aware

For things are not alright, this machine is bleeding to death, and we are trapped inside of it

This heart of hatred is a immortal beast, it always has been around since humans made God

We will never see change, for we deny that there is a problem

We will never see justice, for we believe it is truly blind

Progress is a philosophy that shines in the hands of the passionate, but is strangled by the hands of the ignorant

We will see more sorrow, more death, more tears

And yet we will do nothing, for we are devoid of sympathy and human decency

We have become what Christ didn’t die for, we are merely beasts of hedonism and pain

The discomfort of self, the sheath of truth crumbled by the church preaching ignorance and bitterness

God does not look upon you with grace and love, this is what they tell you

You are poisoned, grotesque, morbid, monstrous, and vile

You are the product of mistake, you are the cancer that is destroying this already decayed society

We did not do this, it was you

We stayed in our homes with our wine and hate, we abided by the rules, but you didn’t

We made those rules to keep you in line, why did you think you could say they were wrong, because you are a human too?

We built our castles of sand and limestone with our own hands, we built them upon the bodies of the meek and helpless

We honored their lives by casting their lives as our own, we bastardized their marrows with our own

We told you what you are, but you say you are something else, if only you would follow us you would be happy

We are the solution, just adhere to our creeds and rules, while we punish and demonize you for your self worth

This is the motion we have made in stone, stained by blood and sorrow, this is what we say, this is what we sow

Our time of punishment will never come, there is no fire coming to burn us

We hide that fire in our closets, the smoke is only an illusion to us

We are not beasts, we are not vile

These are not fangs dripped in innocent blood, these are not claws marked by tears and pain

We have dressed them up in suits and dresses, we are the wolves among wolves

You mark us as the problem, how dare you, we did no such thing

We only lit the fires to keep you warm…

We will not burn, for we are made of hide and steel

You will suffer for going against us, for trying to be yourself

We will start wars to keep our order, we will torture to keep our peace, we will bully innocents to make them conform to us, we will **** to keep our power

The discomfort of self, the sheath of truth crumbled by the society preaching ignorance and bitterness

Loneliness is a very blunt hammer, that crashes against your walls as you sleep

It keeps you up at night, haunting your mind with ghosts of crippling doubt, and silver demons that cut at your skin

It makes your mouth dry, it makes every step feel heavier, it makes your eyes bloodshot with anxiety

For it is a sinister thing, it creeps into your skull and burrows into the grey matter

It makes your lungs feel constricted, and your tears heavy with salt

It makes your fingers bend against the window pane, your words choke againt your bleeding teeth

As you sit in your slumber, and feel thw hollowness in your bones

Lonliness is a grotesque beast, that lays with you in the night, and whispers deathly hymns to your soul

It’s a insidious thing, a truly isolating angel, a god that seeks to punish