TeachMeFreedom

Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking The ground is made only for shaking, I am tumbling through dimensions of time, My blood is pure but my heart is dying. We are the descendants of loneliness, shadows of former love and gratefulness, But our embittered solitude proves the demise of our youth, the slow and delicate rot of our once open love, the grainy crust of what was once silky humanity. We are the victims of existence, the casualties of hope, our beaten down spirits puppeteered  by the demands of conventionality, bored to death by the invincibility of banality, with each step we take a little deeper we fall, Failing to hea

Missing links taunting me to the brink of endurance. Assurance: a mythical being, fleeing my side, tearing through time farther and farther back into a world I can no longer reside, or even Reach. This breach of faith has caused my heart to break, to shatter and splatter my now effervescent hopes through the lighting storms of my destructive creativity. Ingenuity is a stranger to me, fervent destruction without reconstruction allowing me to feel the wheels of practicality speeding over my tender hopes, the fists of reality beating down on my already bloodied face, the conceptions of convention teaching my body to shrivel and die, tell

Life is just a phase I'm going through And all the day's a ghost. I am solitary in the house we built of mirth, But so hard it rained, parts were washed away, And now it's spelt misery. I stand alone on the rocks on the cliff, Waiting for the sea to calm me. I am the speckle of mist broken off from the wave Flying to land on a dream. There is a beacon on the mountains where we will go to die, I am the leaves falling on the mud-soaked ground, cushioning your fall from the sky. I see the beauty of mankind and I am overwhelmed. I turn my head and see the rape of love, and I am overwhelmed. I remember your face in the day of snow,