Painted Pictures

What is it to be alone,
All you question, quivering bone.
What is it to feel within,
Aching regret from delivering sin.
And soon your name is not your own.
Under a fire sky, emptiness sewn.

And every time you tell yourself to fly
But you crash when you land.
Your heart loss was your sense of direction.
A pilot crawling through tinted clouds.

Stitched to Air

It's just the disease talking.
But you know it's been outlived.

Today you told me your heart asked you where I am.

I've been here the entire time.

A pillow feels best when shared.

I Am Not the Chosen One

"He hurt you, didn't he?"

I turned away and replied "No."

Because he didn't hurt me,

He killed me.

Infinite.

"Welcome to the universe."
Those are the words you whispered.

The universe- It is infinite.
Does that mean that maybe we are too?