Untytld

My soul is winter under the sun, I tremble with the cold that the melted ice has left me, alone. The warmth I held in my hands like a bird with wet wings, my frozen hands. In a desert where rain falls like buckets of blazing water my eyes know only the darkest clouds. Even when the sun shines to burn my back I look deep into it, to blind me so when the blue sky comes to greet me in the deadness of each morning I would not see it.

The cause of everything is the same as the difference between the world and itself. It's like a constantly changing, evolving mixture of hate and love for mankind. By itself, for itself it kills itself and loves itself. And it ponders on its own axis. Its everlasting view of the sun and the universe. It cries for more and haggles for less. Its slowly deteriorating existence will not let itself die. It must extend itself to peaceful colonies and destroy to recreate and destroy again. But now, we must go along with it to survive. To be what we call breathless, blown away. Sadly, blown away. Sometimes, we feel as if it's a must to be the same and mandatory to be different. It has always been the earth- in our sight- tricking our minds.

It's never been colder than this she looks outside the rain only touches her feet the wind freezes her teary eyes. 'The magic of death,' she says 'is its power over reason, and the few that are blessed use its door to freedom.' You reap what you sow so birth reaps the inevitable journey to the world below or above- those that are able. Her spirit remains unconquered, she ignores the sadness far away she looks up to a void and ponders the sky is more black than grey. This heavy rain never stops she knows she is a cloudy sky her tears are bloody raindrops falling from a wounded soul and mind. 'The logic of life is purpose the reason for death is life.' Her reasoning is worthless grief of lost love is a blinding 'light'.

Endless Road Stop telling me it's over my heavy load I'm almost there on this empty road. Night's cry outside stars on the floor stop telling me it's over this endless road. I'm on my own the ground is ice cold I'm almost there my heart is gold. Stop telling me it's over I don't want to know the sun is enough fire to burn these bleeding souls. I shall not run  I walk alone no one to run to on this deserted road. I heard it's true that stars begin to fall outside there's no use if right is wrong and wrong is right do you see? I've had proof the stars begin to close their eyes I never knew I had to run a thousand miles do you agree? Stop telling me it's over if my heart is cold I want to live to see the end of this endless road. Night's cry outside darkest before dawn stop telling me it's over I already know.