Black Hole

The fear that pulses through these veins
It's like a poison
It makes you ill, paranoid, terrified.

I've never known a better enemy nor friend.

Have you tried to break yourself?
But really you just wanted to operate the pain out.

We use destructive methods,
When we can't figure out accurate ones.

Do you get bored with solutions?
You want one so bad,
But at the same time
You feed off of being so lost,
So hurt.
You really just want to know,
How much deeper
You can get.

How much more pain
You can take.

So you break yourself.

Why must we always discover the paths
With dead ends?
Circles.

You can't hit the breaks when you're afraid.
You have to speed into the terror, eyes wide open.

Walk straight this time,
Be brave next time.

Modern World

The one who rests upon her seat,
Plays without aim and seeks defeat.

Head in the clouds reflective and sincere,
Wasted time and unproductive years.

Turning black and and cracked and gone,
But that soul never stops searching for the sun.

Bright and white and dripping into blue,
The sky that sweats precipitation, and hue.

But in the field of flowers, rest assured
One will speak
One will seek
The soul will be found.

Rescued from a maze, consumed.
Escorted the way out, the end of the halt.

The beginning of life...
Breathe now, darling.

Reality is her enemy
Create dreams and colours
Instead.