Where are you my thorn?
You pierce my heart ever so suddenly.
With everyday my heart is worn;
I question how it could be.
I'm lost in a vacuum of dark space.
?My vision is skewed an I ?stumble.
As your face I seek to trace;
My heart continues to crumble.
Agonizing in despair,
Of emptiness too real,
I hope and I dare;
To live and to feel.
You must be lost on your way;
On your way to your rose,
Who longingly waits every day,
To feel the security it knows.
I am the rose who cannot exist without its torn.
Like a leaf can't exist without its tree;
Here in my garden I mourn;
Till the day you are a part of me.
I'm searching for you,
Amidst this mess I look to find.
Surrounded by fog and the convulsion of thoughts undue,
My vision is skewed and I'm running out of time.
The constraints of the ticking clock,
Enhanced by the swift movements of your heart;
Leave me alone wanting to flock,
To a place where solitude doesn't play a part.
A part in the life of a man,
Whose continuous vulnerabilities reign above his mind.
He's written your name in the sand,
But water washed it away in due time.
A sanctuary for his mind;
A shelter for his heart.
It's all in this place he can't find.
The place where you play a part.
As the cold rain runs down my face I walk aimlessly into the nothingness of the night, bear with me as the fright of reality sets in.
Bear with me as I succumb to the pleasure of what's
within.
Don't defer me because I can't explain the meaning of a sincere
feeling,
but come to me when you want a surreal beginning.
I'm shivering in the dark and my mind is an avalanche of thoughts all bearing down on my heart.
I've reached it seems the end of my walk; I can see the crashing water below.
The plunge could be a beautiful awakening or an agonizing encounter with regret and sorrow.
The stars in the clearing sky shine brighter from where
I stand,
I think I'm starting to
understand;
from the utter confusion of life you always manage to come behind and grab my hand.
I'm lost in the chaotic mess of myself.
I've led this clandestine life of perfection it seems.
I've had these visions of attainable
dreams.
I'm reaching into myself as my heart rips at the seams.
I've got nearly everything,
Happiness, health and life;
Love, friendship and no strife.
Yet it's like the emptiness won't fail.
The feelings of disdain won't derail.
Just the other day a miracle took place.
I read the testament and saw a face.
The features, the eyes, they were a revelation.
Things just may start to
alter.
The marvel has led to a
reincarnation;
A new creation of myself--one that will not falter.