I am well on cloud nine I am well on cloud nine I am drinking without age and dormant in this state I am well on cloud nine
Constant stars see me from the skies Passing ships of my friends greet me on the tides Passing ships of my friends greet me as they pass by I am well on cloud nine
Ocean bells calls and wash old days I am on my back floating on my own ways I see nothing but sky and stars Though thoughts of them are hardly far I am sober on my fears And I have no doubt that they are near I count the sphere like I did cars Do you think they too fear what they are? I am safe on cloud nine
I remember your kiss As it pierced my body Like the surgeons dull syringe Jabbed deep in my vein Injecting its containments in me And chilling me to my very core Like the medicine in my blood
Your kiss spread through me Like a wildfire scorches earth Burning out all the good in me Numbing me to my bones A smile put on my face As i spiral into the dark Lost in the nothingness Not sure i am alive at all In an instant In an eternity Light returns to my world My eyes flicker open My body hurt and cold Something was taken from me My mind still groggy Tries to think it out
Tar black sky strewn about the horizon. The moon lit only half its body. A breeze chilling deep into my bones. Stars dance in colorful sync as my eyes attempt to catch them before they sheepishly retreat into the darkness of the night. No gloves to warm my hands. No love to warm my soul. Isolated under the midnight sky with only specs of light to keep me sane.
Clouds blanket the only light of the night Snow begins to fall and melt against my rose-y cheeks. The snow turns to chilling drops rolling down my face imitating the emotions I choose to suppress. No shelter in sight. No arms to keep me safe. “Have I gone mad? I ask myself, As if my whereabouts has not already answered for itself.”
Distraught Confused Resentful All towards my own being. This body harboring my one soul Is not a fitting place to reside. Darkness Isolation Confined to my own mind. Confined Yet somehow I am so free Free to be myself Free to choose my own path Free to determine wrong from right. Perhaps my own morality has been Skewed.
The snow seizes to fall Clouds begin to roll Stars resume their nightly performance The moon still lit only half its body Its potential hidden behind The darkness of the atmosphere.
Perhaps I am like the moon Half my soul Hidden by the darkness Of the unknown. Consumed by the Torment embedded in my mind.
A spec of light, Different from that of the stars, Claws its way over mountains. The sun begins to take its place Overshadowing the half-lit moon and all of its subjects.
Perhaps Someday I could be as the sun. Bringing light to each day. The sun is never shaded by the Darkness Of the unknown. The sun is never embarrassed to reveal the Torment Of its whole being.
Perhaps Someday I will be as the sun. Rising each day Bringing forth my whole being Not searching for a reason to hide my unknown.
I will be the sun I will not be half-lit I will no longer need gloves warm my hands Because I will have found Love To warm my heart.
In shame, I walk the edge of the land upon wet sand; My missteps and blunders drowning in salty brine. On a boat named Denial, my secret sets sail Somewhere between Misery and Sorry City I may have killed a man, a man once loved by me.
I prowled the night through brothels and slums; Auditioning wicked thoughts I wouldn't condone Dressed in my addictions to things I couldn't defeat While concealing the truth beneath a black coat of deceit And always satisfying today's debt with tomorrow's loan
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Under the stars, shadows of night, There was lit a bright candle light. Its shine, so pure and so bright, Alone fought the darkness, Away sent the fright.
At first it went easy, It all went soo well. For much longer it will burn. Everyone could easily tell.
A while its been, since birth of flame, Nights have passed, new shadow came, Still it stands tall, in deepest night, Burning hope, the candles light.
As sun went down, the fire rose, To fight anew with its old foes. It all went on for so so long, The candle weakened, The night still strong. Many saw the hopeful light, But now its will, nor scars, nor fight. All they knew, there view was ill, Candle did keep burning, But its wounds did not heal.
It still goes on, after all that time, Our warrior of hope and light, Now stands bent and broken, Illuminating his final night.