Is this manic or is this just fantasy?
Catching myself as I climb the mountain...

Dark thoughts filling my actions
Pumping my veins with venom...

What is this placed on my plate?
A slime of what looks to be alive...

I feel locked deep inside my head
With thoughts that float and dance...

The thoughts are growing, forever overwhelming
Blocking away a sense of a sane reality...

She floats silently, lifeless
Looking for something to grasp...

The sky is waking, sinking, breathing
Furious winds churn through ragged branches...

A tree that sings belongs in my heart
Next to my rainbow colored unicorn...

Too many months passing by
Not enough of me writing...

One:
Living out your life to find the best...

I blissfully reach blooming springs
count ahead of me, wistfully singing melodies...

Living in a house where you used to walk
Where you used to live and breathe, hurts...