12-22-2025, 07:35 AM
I gave this path my steps, my time, my days
with books and prayers. The signs seen everywhere.
A cosmic dance in time and beat aligned,
fine so far. Maybe end the sentence with aligned
yet songs were not created to repeat.
and change were to are
They slowly fade to shadows of their past.
semicolon; and slowly darken shadows of a past
The lights then dimmed, the sweetest sounds grew still.
I felt a tug to earth, a spiral down,
and looking up while silence made a sound.
I sat and stared. The monsters stared back too.
Their eyes reflected deeper truths to me.
The air is thinner on those lofty plains
with feelings which are limited and fake.
I'm left to pick up pieces heaven let go
that fell like quiet rain. I'm soaked again.
I'll take these times of quiet rage rehearsed
to blaze a darker path concealed from all.
I thought i had this creature crucified
It hid from me with venom in it's eyes.
Their words fell sweeter than a summer breeze
but really blew like barren winter gales
They told me to be grateful. Raise my vibe.
Instead of drowning in these murky tides.
It wraps me like a blanket worn and old.
I hide from you, but not this inner cold.
To slow down and get sneaky and atypically flowing while not necessarily being strange.
with books and prayers. The signs seen everywhere.
A cosmic dance in time and beat aligned,
fine so far. Maybe end the sentence with aligned
yet songs were not created to repeat.
and change were to are
They slowly fade to shadows of their past.
semicolon; and slowly darken shadows of a past
The lights then dimmed, the sweetest sounds grew still.
I felt a tug to earth, a spiral down,
and looking up while silence made a sound.
I sat and stared. The monsters stared back too.
Their eyes reflected deeper truths to me.
The air is thinner on those lofty plains
with feelings which are limited and fake.
I'm left to pick up pieces heaven let go
that fell like quiet rain. I'm soaked again.
I'll take these times of quiet rage rehearsed
to blaze a darker path concealed from all.
I thought i had this creature crucified
It hid from me with venom in it's eyes.
Their words fell sweeter than a summer breeze
but really blew like barren winter gales
They told me to be grateful. Raise my vibe.
Instead of drowning in these murky tides.
It wraps me like a blanket worn and old.
I hide from you, but not this inner cold.
To slow down and get sneaky and atypically flowing while not necessarily being strange.


