Only you can make me do this.
Nothing matters, when you whisper into my ear.
Sparse arrangements of orchestra, lift me up into the clear,
Embrace my madness, nothing to face, nothing to fear.

A conundrum that echoes
Until the act is done.
You bring me to knees, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

When all I have is memories,
Remnants of the now and not later.
You leave hope for a better day,
Though not quite filling up the crater.

Hope for a change tomorrow,
Amongst the desolation that breeds the hollow.
I look towards the sky,
And the bright light I follow.

With every sharp intake of air
I feel time slipping away from my grip.
Won't succumb to the despair,
Clutching tighter so I don't slip.

Can't let go of this dream,
Lost in a land of promises,
Staring at the vision thru the smoke screen.

No fear of the future,
Falling forward towards frustration.
Deflecting shadows in the plane of negation.

A lone soul,
Can't close my eyes till the blinds give sway,
So I face the fury and hope I find the way.

As aspirations decay, before my sight,
I reach with all my might to make my inner mind ignite.

Sometimes I feel like a soul tossed in the void.
Lost and destroyed, and annoyed at the cost to avoid

This fake fate
I raise the template, to awake the quake.
I make mistakes, but I learn and apply to break the hate.

I search inwards,
Not to the side.
In my mind,
I know there cannot be two skies,
So i collide with the tide, to fight the divide.

A war with fractions,
I light the core with matches,
Release and hope it catches.
Drop knowledge and then disappear before it hatches.

Know that which rules you,
Has been purged from mine eye.
I stir stars from Elysium,
To lift me into the sky.

Empty thoughts, like shadows, spawn neglect and inability
Verbal hostilities
In the wake of a fight for morality

Pure contamination.
Saturated sound to stretch the source foundation,
Shell shocked souls,
Lost in the texture of the vibrations.

Chaos ensues,
An aura of auditory.
Reality renewed,
Dreams flow forth
The false world skewed,
What is true?

What is false?
In a world of sheep, herds, and cults,
Wrapped up in the mentality, that results

In brain trauma.
End life with a period,
Never a comma.
Miscast minds molded to tubes,
Hooked on drama.

It never ends,
Moments of mania,
Here and now, no amends.
Spray my soul on the concrete,
And I'll transcend.

Any and plenty boundary,
I flesh fire from foundries,
To aid me in my quest for the eternal bounty.

Gone are the invisible shackles,
No way I can give up.
I escaped the turmoil of chaos,
Even when the lightning struck.

I closed my eyes and peered to the sky,
Saw an obsidian sphere masked by shards of destiny.
I released my inner sustenance,
And descended to the halls of Persephone.

Trapped behind the fourth wall,
But the sweet sound of symphony sustains silent stability.
I see vividly,
But I cannot comprehend the breadth of my ability.

Escape, from the grind, I seek the twisted third mind.
All around I see the blind, so I retreat from the bind.

I seek solace, here I find truth, amongst the calling.
Fragments of pressure released, spring forth, the stars falling.

This is it,
No more wait,
What once was fate, dreams that were only visualized,
Fleshed from hate and the inner gate, now materialized.

I seek astral vision,
Look inwards, to contemplate fission,
I’m on a mission, to bend mend and extend cognition.