Release

I'll be there soon

In months to come my adventure will begin, forgive me mother for I'll have sinned. Hope to not for I'll have lied. My blood will be filled with dirt, don't look into my eyes in fear that I might cry. Build stairs with your false words that surpass the sky you can see with your shut stuck eyes. So far gone you'll have to jump, to not fall but you'll learn to fly. Invisible you'll find your own way, crystal clear, like a diamond under time, this world, could it finally be mine? I'll find you, yes I will. I'll plant my seeds that I'll need to survive. Fill my wounds with your sweet surprise. Take my weight where I'll begin to float, back to see you on my tiny boat. The dream of forever, build my sand castle, my sweet home, I'll wash away, my lonely island and I.

You know I'm a poor boy too, tears, rich soil becoming mud and drowning me so, moments later my body is gone and to never be found, with a tree growing steady. Words for blossoms it's spring time already, a new day, a new life could be deadly. Careful steps, tread them lightly. On the clear sky above it could all shatter for what's below. The dark from the back of the mind, hidden away, stronger with time. Black veins pumping as vines hang cutting the blue. Choking down I use these to climb, as I sleep next to you. Disappeared, I'm not dead. Immortal, my castle stands. Water covering all, a storm has come. Light my hearth to warm the island and clear the clouds we're here alone, so we speak aloud. Talking to myself.

Knowing I'm going to cause so much pain with my leave, I'm sorry but I feel no true hesitation. I'm over contemplating. Did I open the door to hell just moments ago, that is something I'll surly know. Give it time and my destiny will be clear, a bad guy? Is that who I am becoming? I don't even have to pretend. I take pride in the darkness that I carry. It's in my hands, eyes, mind, and the footsteps behind me. Who are you? I've come to hate the cold, but it's cold touch, I love so much. So sick it's intoxicating. Crippling in frustration, clenching fists in something that's not there but threatening. My imagination causes me anxiety, the distrust in society. The greed of the animals with concrete floors, the devil is here, he's knocking at your door. The lights are off, and the wind pushes through, "Yes it is me, I've been looking for you. I'm here to take all that you have, and I'll leave you with no breath at all. I'll push you over the edge where winter will never come, this fall will last forever, you can consider yourself done. Dust with time, your soul is mine." But, leave that aside, just open your eyes, get out of your head. Crawling from death, back into bed. Sleep tight, you'll wake in the middle of the night being held so tight, black is all that you will see, surrounded by your friends. It's meant to be.