Emotionally beaten
They don't even care
To naive to feel pain.
The sky can cry
Weaving its tears
Flushing out the evil
Washing it all the way.
Everything's clear
Whne you look straight ahead
But when you look up
The uncertain darkness appears
Luckily I'm fine
Spirit's are souring
But I still must take the time
To be alone, to understand myself.
The movement of the smoke
Controlled by my hands
Beautiful swirl
Release of heat, fly.
The new scars
Hatred implanted the fear
Its new to my old broken skin
Painful memories of hell.
The beauty of darkness
Keeps me from burning away
I learn the truth after the long day.
Forget it all in sleep.
I miss the love
Its heaven gave me
Hope that there are beautiful souls
After such a spiriual hell.
Undefine by English words
Cryptic to conceive
The feelings and people that keep me
Hold me like a cradle in the sky.
The free range of smoke's brush
The canvas of lone gray
It's random spirals hover
Freely to shape its form.