Newborn soul,
You know nothing of this hell -
Awake to a smile,
But beware the smell of sulfur.

Newborn soul,
You know nothing of this world -
Where cries are heard,
And the skies shine blue.

Walk here as two;
All rays of light cast a shadow,
We are two faces on a single coin.
At bay we try to hold the dark,
But what is day without the night?

Black and white, a mere illusion -
There's more to us than good and evil.
In shades of gray the world is painted,
Now look within; your shadows play -
Your shadows vie for dominance,
For control of the throne. 
Your shadows are your essence,
To the bone, they're you.
They coexist, they battle,
And in mischief do they dabble,
But that shadowed silhouette
Is just the other you.

No one could possibly know more than you.
It was physically impossible-
Right?
...
...
Okay, so maybe you needed to find something else;
Some other place: to target your energy,
                                to seek comfort,
                                to find inspiration.
It's alright sweety because there's a move for every rhythm.
The goal is to find your own rhythm before doing anything else.

The sound drowns out
You're mind fills with doubt.
You've been living in bed lately.
Did you really think you could act sanely?
People can see that you're sad.
They can tell as you walk past them.
Your eyes are in a depressed state.
Have they not yet realised their fate?
You somehow stay calm as you say,
We'll all die someday. so silently.
I wonder if you're really there anymore.
So long ago, you shut that door.
The door that kept me inside.
But Just know, I'm still alive.
Your happiness is in here.
You just have to find me.
Don't let the sadness devour us.
Please, you're not Hell Bound,
You're just stuck inside of the sound.
The sounds of the past.
But listen, it doesn't last.
I believe that you will succeed.
Just trust in me.
Find me.
We can be happy, again.

i take on other people's fears
find their masks lying around
i put them on for fun

i pull threads from people's coats
make a cocoon of them
of the weaknesses
the dreads
the sadness

but why

i want to know what it feels like
want to have pity on their starving, naked souls

but they eat me alive.

let them be keepers of their own darkness
i say
let them reach to you through the prison bars, the high bars set by society that most can never grasp
but i have to take off my shawl and drape it round their shoulders

it's all that i have left

there are two sides to me
one wants to give and give
the other wants to take and keep and scowl at the rainbows as they form overhead

one loves the sun
the other wishes that the rain would stay forever

how to pull me out of myself
out of the dark abyss i've created for my soul

In every eyes we see
It has a different and unique personalities
Even though you liked it or not
The thing is, it is not your eyes

No but's.

All so different, but all the same
All so centered, but full with shame
All do looking for one to blame
All do cheating, but life's no game

Do I act
like that,
in fact?

If yes, I think
my mind
just cracked.

Your body is not just a container for your souls; it is something more than that.
Your body is a place to worship for the saints; it should be clean and pure.
Your body is a hell for the sinners; it should be burning.
Your body is a beautiful memory for the forgotten; it should be colorful.
Your body is a home to the lost; it should be warm and polite.
Your body is a paradise for the messed up; it should be peaceful.
Your body is a fire for the daring; it should be wild.
Your body is a maze for the wanderers; it should be full of wonders.
Your body is a torch for the blind; it should be a guide.


But.


At the end of the day,


Your body is all you have and it should be yours.