The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
Like wet cement carrying an impression;
my footprints still linger from...
Behold the seconds ticking away,
while the minutes pass by...
Let go of everything,
All those painful things you think...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
Of all the cheating and the lies I hear everyday,
Of all the silent screams without the words to...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
Endless words,
dipped in religious colors...
A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
I find a pretty butterfly
One I had never seen...
You're like everyone else.
you get fooled by good words...