Soul Breathe Sometimes the soul breathes too loud Too loud to hear ourselves Time to find who we are Deep within the lies we never meant Deep in the truths never to be said It is a small flame from this candle But shines brightly in the air Covers for as far as I can see Wish we could see as far Live without hate and envy and pain To exist only in love But to my soul a question arises Who knows where we are Do we live in love and desire And can’t see it because our candle Flickers too often Smoke in the air Vanishes in this night sky As I wish my past mistakes would do Shed only happy tears I reek of my mistakes Such a vast destruction On those who deserve neither pain nor misery As I bite my own bullet Tear my own flesh Peering inside At who I am But I’m afraid Yes, the child without tears Fears his insides For he has never ventured there Over the sound of truth A sound of desperation rings above Prosecuting me Trying to destroy me Never to allow me to venture inside Through the lies I've created of myself Under the armor I built around me Never will I ever feel As I write top to bottom I find who I am I know what pains deserved And why they go and leave me here Consequences dictate that they wither in denial Deny the pain they have given me Many years too young to feel all the hate Hate so abundant in our world Chained to the past Dead as ink Used to create or destroy beauty Not knowing what I write Finding puppets are not held by one string But many Cutting one string only brings my head down Unsupported Sadness because I look at the world below So far away I can see myself through all of my strings A monster inside of me Kills in my sleep Awake to find blood on my soul Blood that won’t wash away And I won’t try Each day slicing those I love Turning pages of dreams Tearing them out On the nights end I am covered in dreams Not mine No longer pages but books of my misdeeds Sometimes the soul breathes too loud Too loud to hear ourselves Or hear the screams of dying souls
Reason for writing:
I write because I feel that know one listens anymore and that the youth of today holds so many answers to our problems if we would just listen…
Birth sign: Aquarius
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