Creation in it’s magnificence A prism of all hues Nature’s beauty at it’s finest Captivating muse Flowers bloom in shades of color

The famous quote... I’m sure you all can finish that s… So it seems like the truth. Metaphorically speaking. Throw the stones.

Within this cerebellum Lies a pit Engulfed in flames Stampeding heart Raging force

Beyond the cold and shiny Crystal realms of pain Beyond everything Everything what’s insane beyond the graveyard

Walking on water Searching for sunshine Your voice echoing In my head Far from a distance...

Lips around my finger Sirens playing my silence I am descriptive Deranging... Feeling this is insecure

Salt covered trails  That dug deep into the soles  Of my feet Burn and stung like knives  Causing them to bleed

Many times Tears are shed Does it make us dead? Life that tears can create.

In the shadows of this life My tears cry out for you tonight Father, Father... Can you hear me? I’ve lost my way to call my home

This orb you hold Grasped tightly in your hand Sapping the life... the strength From its miserable youth... It beats not for life

The living entity That dwells within me Haunts my presence Where these two feet Will cross

I can’t shake this feeling It haunts me in my dreams Intense pain of nausea overwhelms… Slumbering unconsciously In the abyss of my mind