The weight on my shoulders has become burden, the staring eyes hope to glimpse extraordinary miracles, though unfamiliar with set structure.
Ghosts intice my bleeding flesh, an escape from the irritation of wings will halt torture from earth's sun, a breakthrough towards calm flames.
They burn in harmony with peace, flames that heal only exist in mindset and my mind is set to capture the falling light.
God speaks in seasons, her voice silenced by weak man with a thirst for power yet lacking the glory of immortality.
God whispers in my ear, my prayers to fade fall on deaf ears and my cries for help cry in pain for an adolescent misunderstand.
