a hand

never doubt the reach of a beautiful hand
nor the depths it grasps with its light
turning steel to wool and stone to sand
as walls collapse made of pain and spite.
there is an 'out there'
there's so much more
she really would care
to sew what's torn
but that's a step above where you're yet to go;
to become two, you must first be one
embrace yourself and don't let go
find your exit, then just run.
never fear the reach of a beautiful hand
or all the dark exposed by its light.

walk with me
for once I'll set the pace
talk with me
can you even look me in the face?
tell me more of this road
that eats me more with every step
and what of these flakes of gold,
instead of piles, this is all we get?
why after so many steps, we've yet to begin?
are we there yet? is this the end?
if not, then where does it really go?
is there really a beyond
or is it placed there all for show?
I see you're gone now
leaving only me on a road you paved.
But what goes up no doubt comes down
and you'll receive every piece of confusion
that you gave.

we all walk the unknown road paved for us.
don't buy their dream.
find your own and pave your own road to it.
escape the dead end crash.

this thing

it's counting the seconds on a clock
it's falling freely with no weight
it's conviction solid as a rock
it's when no one else can relate
it's caring so much it starts to hurt
it's floating in a sea of fire
it's feeling better but getting worse
it's believing in a liar
it's hitting the ground alone
it's opening the eye
it's never finding home
it's where dreams go to die
it's a lung without a breath
it's a scream with no echo
it's dancing beside death
it's not being able to let go
it's nothing like they said
it's nothing from above
it's breathing when your dead
it's anything but love