i've been craving a death that no one will give me. sweetening myself for merciful tendencies. and i feel lost. even though my path has been paved and my soul has been saved my body says no. and i bleed only to dip my feet into my own sorrows just to know how it feels to be hurt. again. and again. until i am knee deep in my own tragedy and i fall under. my goal was to set ablaze to my ignited fiery soul that has been yearning to be seen as a sun. only then will i be able to breathe fully. without extent. feeling alive to my hearts content. but even then. i sink into the dead of the day as dusk spills over my entire body painting me in indigo. and i indicate that i should go back into my hiding place. only where my mind knows how to race completely. and utterly. around and around like a never ending spiral of broken dreams. and i don't feel happy here. but i feel something here. isn't that what matters? isn't it great to hear that I'm still here even though I'm shattered? piece by piece I'm pieced together in peace. in harmony my body feels at peace. sings the songs with only a melody until now. for the spoken words that ooze thoughts that are stirred don't speak life into my soul. i've been craving a life that i won't give myself.
