I built a
fire,
though the
flame
has not yet
matured.
This is
my
thorn.

I do not
have
a life,
this is where
I come
to lose
it.

Bigger than
the moon,
And it's
all for
you.
Hotter than
the Sun,
you will
always
be my Dawn.

I can still feel you,
pulsing in and out.
The rush of blood,
back and forth,
in and out.
I will never
stop.

My thoughts will wander
they'll always come home,
they'll always come back to
you.
Inside you,
the eyes that see right
through me.

Another day,
Another gone.
This time,
I know you.
This time,
it is me saying:
"Good-bye".
It has sunk in,
like the death
of ships
being swallowed up
by seas of
ocean.
And just like in
the songs you've heard;
this is where I breakdown..

You're not the first person
I've lied to,
and you won't be the last.
It's just not for me;
I was truly
born free.

I blink and it's already 2AM,
another night of lethargic
fornication with ideas.
Amusingly,
they last longer
than you.

Sensation of anticipation,
you can hear the quietness of the
piano slowly building up.
The bass begins, resembling blood being pumped
to all the corners of my being.
The scraping sound of the guitar bares
the screams of silenced souls --
misplaced notes are the puzzles
that are not finished,
the spontaneity
clashes with my knowledge,
melodies are the masks
I form to fit the molds
you create.
And fades
like my death forgotten.

I used to wear my luck around my wrists
and around my neck.
Hoping for something good would
happen,
slaving all this time to realize
you cannot wait,
you cannot hope,
you must do good
in order to receive it.
Now I wear my luck within
the hearts of
those I meet.
I wish you luck,
I give you luck;
happiness for eternity.

I used to stay up for hours
in the quiet of the night,
now I stay up for hours in my dreams
searching for something better but
only stumbling upon blue-skies.

You cry lots of tears,
but there's still a drought.
I will never drink from your water.