You stand here with seas
crashing inside your soul
this is a lull in time,
a moment when
feelings are paramount
and thoughts
are focused on something
you cannot understand.
It is a turning point,
with you in the middle
and that means
you feel it all.
and in feeling, you become
and in becoming,
you complete the revolution.
This world is black, lifeless, a void.
It is hate, and screams to be filled.
It has been waiting for this moment,
this moment of pain and more sadness
a crying turning point when reality is silent
when nightmares are true
when so many dirty lives
are torn in half like rages
to many extremes
packed into a second
...too many to live through...
so now, the healing can begin.
i realize my hands are still tied behind my back
my mouth only able to whisper
into the shouting, screaming mass
that could never dare to listen,
their cold, weary hearts
dismissing me like a dream
streaking across my soul
isn't the shade it'd like to be
i would like to think the same sad goodness, all this goodness,
would recognize my soul and snatch it up
--all of the time so badly mistaken,
the real world not colorful enough for my dreams