If I can't walk alone
Will you come with me
The stars they brightly shone
From beneath the sea
As I rise above the waves
To walk upon the air
Where is beyond the grave
Will you take me there
The wind blows in a rage
The sky is falling down
I flew into a cage
And now I'm going to drown
So I change my face
To leap across the wakes
To get back to my place
No matter what it takes
As I climb ashore
Escape the waters deep
Now just like before
There's nothing left to keep
Run to the edge of cliffs
Leap into the winds
And fall into the rifts
Just to repent my sins
As I ascend the planes
Above the painted skies
The stars bene
I'm going away
I can't stay
Because I can't stay forever
I'm not running away
I'll see you again someday
Live your life like there's no tomorrow
I see bright light that can blind your soul
Invisible hands grasp my heart
Bleeding daylight from deep cuts
Left in the wake of my spiritual self mutilation
Grasping at the sands of time
While hurling through empty eons
Matters of the heart falling across the cosmos
Falling forever into a soft bed of seconds
Stand or fall can't stand at all
Floating in the middle of a waterfall
No taking or giving
Not dieing or living
Existance is endless travel until it ends
Universal law that a
Innocence lost to media
Closet case of regret
A house burning to the ground
Laying pacified amongst the cinders
Ripping at the mask over my face
Tearing at the anger beneath
Fighting the flames for a little space
Just a little room to take a breath
Indifferent to what's around me
Lost and found in an unfounded foundry
Ambition a value that waits to claim me
Trying to save myself because nobody else can
The great devourer waits beneath the still water
Fallen way down no place to look
I see behind me without craning my neck
What's next I'm vexed caught between regret and respect
Missing what hasn't happened yet
This life, my breath, what's left standing here
I feel like nothing, every thing says that I can't be here
Every love lost that reappears
Leaves me with ringing in my ears
My life is an open book
And still I'm the last place you'll look
This feels so surreal when you can't think
Everything is moving faster except me
I slowly realize this all has passed before
I've always wanted more
15 years went by and I didn't blink
Can you feel it too, do you still get nervous
When
Constance sat in class staring at the clock. She'd been sitting in her seat for exactly seven minutes and forty seven seconds. Still no teacher. She started to wonder why she'd taken Art Appreciation in the first place. Instead she found that she'd signed up for art history and terminology. Instead of finding an easy A she found a stifling environment where she was supposed to look at the art and understand in a way the "experts" understood it. She considered her teacher Ms. Dole the drabbest of the dreary. Yet for all her flaws Drabby Dreary Dole was always punctual. Triple D, that's what I'll call her from now on she thought as she mentall