Grave

Sat, 09/06/2014 - 20:15 -- Nia Roe

What’s within I cannot see
But I know that it is great
As I pour my heart ad soul
I ask that you look beneath the fiery waters
and reveal the ocean of dreams beneath me.


I began as but a thought and and and 
Flames that turned to dust
And so as I grew larger
My heat fell into night
I froze
My soul, so cold, is melted
A curse upon those
Who ever dared to love
This empty soul of icicles
That grew from down above

Four walls with frayed interiors
Cage me into enigmas
That
Breath into fuming haze
And allow my thoughts to soar
I cannot feel this energy
Enlightened in my sanctum
Aroma keeps me energized
Like lightning to a tree
These blank lines that mark the armor that is me
Cannot penetrate through
Brick walls of spoken fury
Escape
Escape
and now I dig a crave 
with shovel made of bones
darkness and the steaming pain
comes with anger and red rain
the veil of hate over diming skies
has lifted off and driven by
I reach for skies too far from me
I won’t escape insanity
A force so strong
It’s taken me
What’s become of society?
I need to fight this sanctity
I need to fly from humanity

I cannot hold
This shattered glass
It pieces through my bloody framework
And now I see that I am real
Maybe in a dream
It is simpler 
To simply
Be 
And take the road that drives them too
But I
Not I
I took the road less traveled by
Diverged in woods of fear
I dig inversely
And the land is clear to me
I see humanity
I see the rest of me
I see what could be
I see the
the world at peace.

So I’ll take the shovel 
And hold fast my dreams
For I will never forget
What it made of me.

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