curses swirl around you, a fog that chokes your mind

feel the darkness seep through the seams, every crack filled with a lashing black that corrodes your soul

feel the weight of your sins upon you, crushing your body and holding you bound

let the fires of hell scorch your bones, let your screams be broadcast across the night, and be a warning for the ones like you

watch the ground and sky shatter upon you and let your life fall into ruin at the hands of the witch

burnt stems and scorched earth, and the wailing souls of the organic crying out

isolation and solitude pulling you into the abyss, the walls of your pit waxed and unclimbable

feel the needle pierce your lips and pull them tight, a glowing red thread binding your hands and heart

sigils and runes holding you captive, tied to the blade you used to hurt others

black blood thick with hate, the spell only wearing off once you’ve begged and repented

let no more harm come from someone like you, and let my will be done upon you…

a sinking feeling in my soul, an aching feeling you’ll never know

darkness looming overhead and sleeping child crying in bed

a falling star and flowing silks, a shard of glass and a bleeding wound

but how am i to withstand the weight of this feeling,

when i know there is a light inside me with the power to pierce the sky.

how am i to calm these waves when this ocean is so deep and so vast

when there is a love so profound in encapsulates the mind and its branches

when the tree is strangled by its vines and the eyes begin to be covered by roses

let every flowing veil hold a piece of my soul, and let every fallen tears hold the sorrow of a century

and only when the sky is overcast will you see me, singing symphonies by the sea

and holding out a hope that you’ll finally be with me.

swirling lights and self expression, against a fire I find power and desire.

identity found only within dark and smoke, fictions in the sky and audacity to deny.

arbitrary rules and laws with no application.

truth cannot be manipulated to make lies more valid, and the righteousness of religion, does not dismiss persecution in devotion to the divine.

denials of the heart do not silence the songs of the soul.

why do we teach our children to divide and conquer, and why do we take the purity of curiosity as something to crush and crucify?

We replace the light of discovery for the embers of desolation, then wonder why the people search for signs of being alive.

Let the numbness of our broken spirits become one with the dying planet, haunt the remnants of this hollowed earth for years to come…

And let the rising generations find evidence of our despairs in the rubble of our revolutions.

One day we will all stand at the mirror and see the light of resolve, and the ground will rumble as the earth heals.

Taking us down with it, because why are we resorting to worshipping the executioner, when our Mother Earth is already at the guillotine.

feet on the ground, pace fast and furied, let me be free to a place with no worries

in distance there may be dissolution, and if there isnt its fine

its easier to run from your problems if it gets them off your mind

and in every setting sunset and in every sparkling star, i’ll wonder what you’re thinking and how you are

and with every leaf from every forest, and every fern, vine, and flower

ill run and ill run, no matter how tall my burdens tower

and once i get to a foggy town, in the corner with the pacific northwestern breeze

and as i imagine you holding me, hands held up to the horizon, I’ll surrender to the ocean and be swept away by the sea

and under the rushing water and i’ll find no reprieve from my rippling thoughts

ill find no distance can free me from my heart, no matter how far i go or how much i tear myself apart.

how many days will the restlessness sit in your heart?

let light pour through my body, let me refract and reflect what you want from me

sitting in the silence being split in 3, and being pieced back together like a collage

the blades tear the fabric, but how many pieces have i taken that are not mine?

what parts of me have always been you, is my palace built from tiles of the pillaged and plundered?

and at that point am i even myself, or am i a prism of my environment, reflecting only what ive been surrounded in?

and when my soul is split for you to see, are you colorblind and selective?

and at that point am i even myself, or am i a prism of my environment, reflecting only what ive been surrounded in?

and when my soul is split for you to see, are you colorblind and selective?