I remember the days when we used to get high just from feeding off the reflected look in our eyes. Stars at our reach and legs that would never grow tired no matter how rough we thought the road might get. Life was simple. Life made sense. But time would soon begin to wither away the veil that protected our conviction from all the harsh restrictions that the world has in store. Happiness is a picture best portrayed in crayons with all of it's purity and freedom. Empty eyes now chase extinguishing flames- hoping to change and go back to from where we came. I feel so fucking cheated and yet I still smile, for they struggle for inches while I take the mile.

'don't deny me, understand that I...
...I am a monster.
I am a monster- won't you come with me now?'

companionship. what it's always been about.

maybe more, but never less.

we may argue semantics for the rest of time with only blinking moments comprising a true connection; but when it's made, all around will cease to matter as you fall into the embrace of a greater power. there is a lock inside us all, hidden beneath a variable set of layers composed of fear, resentment and distrust but what it conceals is the answer to eternal life. no two locks are the same and yet no lock bears a greater secret than another- a radiant beauty that fills all the empty space, a warmth that makes you forget the cold, a hand to hold while stepping into the dark. we called it love, and in labeling it we have, subconsciously, created walls to bind it's purpose and reach. to love is to know, understand and share but a fraction of another souls joy and pain; a few steps in someone else' shoes gives an idea of where they've been, where they're going and how they got there. judgment is replaced with empathy and compassion as you begin to pick the lock and understand the beauty it harbors. once unlocked, an overwhelming wave takes the mind into a state of pure euphoria where logic is skewed by vulnerability in a free fall towards the unexpected- an adrenaline rush to counter that which we feel when we're put face to face with the possibility of death. To face love is to live life and to touch God, for we are the manifestation of that greater power and when we open ourselves up to each other we let a divine light illuminate into the deepest and darkest parts of our soul. Our troubles are shared and in turn eliminated for there is nothing we can't overcome together; even death. I believe that when we leave this plane of existence, all those we truly came to love during the span of our life will be waiting in an endless dream we'll call paradise. The love you gain for another etches them into your memory with the utmost detail, leaving it to the subconscious to wield a world beyond our imagination where the course of action throughout your life has made up the foundation to an eternal world fabricated by your reflections.

So if I've come to love you then together we will be forever, and if you've come to love me, I will be waiting for you on the other side.

a breath above

my head shoots above the clouds
and I gasp to catch my breath
my mind is calm for now;
the little of what's left.
there's poison in the air
and they live to breathe it all
parasites everywhere
seeping through her walls
compelled by their lust
and driven by greed
they eat at her crust;
with no end to the feed.
and now I take in the last big breath
before gravity takes control
their chains may bind me to the death
but they'll never take my soul.

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