Unknown influences upon my resplendant soul
Genres are a means of security

Words Unspoken
Is the onset of observation
Thoughts unsound
Is the ancestor of failure.

Absent promises
Empty threats
The scent of innocence fades away
But is always saturated in me.

Immortal dreams
Condemned actions
The presence of your hunger
Creates unknown reason
Listen to the voiceless ones of my consequence
I know in myself
Of these thoughts unheard.

This doesn't exist
Nor do we
Nor time nor place
Take me away
I want to be reborn
Not stuck in this place
With no place to be
No space of my own
No way to be me
This non-existance
This loss of time
Take me away.

Thunder rolls and lightning thrashes
I hear the whispers upon the wind
As the waves crash on the shore
I breath with the fire and talk with the earth
I feel within me nature unites
This world, we are not apart.
This world for which we are a part.
A soul in search of inner reliance
Whether in solitude or in company
True to myself ever will I be
Always connected, always connected
To every part of me.

The mind will never be free
As all communication is indirect
No one can see or hear all thoughts
For we are all deaf.
We are all blind.
But thoughts most direct
Are written with care
When read,
These thoughts are born again
In the mind of another.

Innocence and ignorance are one and the same.

For reasons that I'll never know
So distraught i just want to weep
Though i dont want anyone to see i'm weak
They'll never know of my sorrow.