

In the Dead on the Night.A prison with: No bars No walls No prison guards. Only the stinging yells that can leave us scarred.In the Dead on the Night.
A prison with: No beds No rest No dreaming mind Only the soulful tug of what we yearn to find.
The scene is gray with a phantom air, While its slowly leaking, there is no one to care.
We step into it only because we feel must, But with every passing tick we feel this world might bust.
The colours and musings are complainingly dimming. While our stout patience is agonizingly brimming.
We once knew these Houses to be of promis


Good Mourning this MorningWith the dew so crisp, it stirs me up with new vitality. In the twilight air, We walk this dream that we call reality.Good Mourning this Morning
With blinking eyes, Our first few steps show our instability. To my Sun, I turn, and I praise him so. For he always returns to make my dream glow.
But no matter the road ahead, this I do know, O' Morning, how I missed thee.
The wind breezes by whispering "Good Morrow". The flowers bloom off their beads, and with it, their sorrow. While Our Sun smiles down, its love we only get to borrow.
In this world, Avatars of life. This is what we are. Although o


My SighWhy does it seem to me Everyone is not what they claim to be.My Sigh
They wonder why this world is in disarray, When it's only caused by all the lies the say.
They tangle one another in all their Legalities, When emotions surface and enter their Realities. They wonder how to better and rise above, When they have prices and conditions for Love.
They cannot change and knowing will always distract, For I always seem catch myself sighing at this fact. Why does it seem so hard for me, To not dwell on how it ought to be.


The TranceIt starts with a small and simple smile. Time passes fast, as though it is flying. You'll note that this will not fade and, for a while,The Trance
You'll find that you now blush whilst sighing.
You'll now easily embarrass as you worry to impress. And they always say things right that make you shake your head. You'll find that you continue to nervously ramble until you digress, Making your face, once again, fully flush with red.
No Matter how much you ponder, an answer you won't find.
For that small and simple smile
Will always be put as one of a kind. You are now in th