Meditation and elevation,
Every word from my soul like it's resurrection.
When I touch the pen,
The ink bleeds, the pain escapes.
Dark shadows in my mind,
Visions from my soul of time behind.
Catch a flight with my thoughts,
Look through my eye catch a glimpse-
Of the other side with the winds.
In the darkest nights I paint suicide,
With pill doses and black roses,
Dotted lines in these pages sometimes,
It's the screams in my mind.
On the brighter; days I tell love stories,
The Romeo and Juliet, the happy endings.
Some with sad endings,
Leaving me with thoughts in my head,
Of love I could've had.
Sometimes I paint dreams of the future,
The days ahead; I paint lucid,
Of my better self.
Two faced me with curves on the mirror,
When I look and feel tainted.
On the sunny days I let my brain go free,
Walk in another dimension like I'm Rick,
Feel like a little prick.
So, I paint the heavens,
These are the times I try to give hope,
And hope I might save a sad soul,
Before it slips into the hole.
