forcing the boxes into another door
seeing myself from across the room
breaking out of the glass never noticed before
taking a key and putting it in
already knowing you'll fail in the prelude
the prologue goes on for what feels like ages
forcing the readers to keep turning pages
yelling, yearning, screaming, aching for more
allowing oneself to truly be present
is the most painful thing even though it should be pleasant
elicited a way for the truth to come out
you don't believe anything from god
the good, the bad, the things that should come easy
the feeling of taking it all with reservation
a summer's day is long overlooked
a single touch in a thousand books
you see how they are and they way they betray
shoving lies down your throat and causing doubt
you know you're not innocent and have bitten into disadvantage
the paths you take lead you to fail you know what has happened
lest you prevail
a spit second in a concert of faith
you let yourself go in the spirit of a spark
a spark you'll ride until you win
survivor's guilt is never a sin
you hope and pray that it was you instead
but you know deep down it could have been
could the bad always fall in your hands
or is it bad luck, fate, or chance
karma and the universe work in silence
only thing i ever hear are sirens
