Fumble through the memories, scars and scares and fallacies-
darkened nights and haunting frights that slip by filters of the mind,
they dance, entrance, playing games on borrowed time,
til there's naught left of sanity save the last thread entertwined-
And carve beautiful promises into shells of tattered dreams,
chip away at the surface to slowly expose the new life underneath-
raw and thin, easy to tear, destroyed by a love that was never there;
struggling for hope in spite of danger fallen, suffocating from pure air,
as if peace succumbed to hate and hate merged with warfare-
Still yet don't let years fade without claiming the coming day,
fueled by a hunger and desire for more than the flame within the fire-
blue and white with the gleam of a dark sunrise,
too rare to be considered endangered but too lovely to estinguish,
nor distinguish from the purity and clarity that comes with lack of reason-
Always in perfect harmony with senseless justification,
never ceasing to ever confuse and bemuddle truth with logical nonsense;
Such is the life led in captivity of the strangled wish and tortured mind
