Just another day

Just another day came to morning, and the night fell into circle. It is a slow wind flying away of the bricks lay across the dirt. It’s quite and I shall stare until I pierce the truth. My hairs are tangled, some dead and some cursed. There is no time for care. I sway my head left and right, feeling the confusion of empty seconds. I can hear the breathes of me, the long line ticking forth not waiting for my command to start again. I am in a state of nothing, stuck in a warp of vapor. Like a robot, I have become fixed. I defaulted into the fill and line.

I remove the load of heavy carbon, release back into nothing and the pattern continues. My human emotion is held, a hostage of the nothing. I wipe my forehead, and rub thinking I will wake from the nothing and realise I am here in this moment of now and I am happy. But it was not the case, I felt nothing. My eyes are bold, yet blank, staring into the wall, waiting for it to crash down on me, break the cycle. I look up and down, the same image comes before me, an earth green living the atoms of it’s line. And there again, I realeased again, an ion. The lights are dimming, communicating a flickr of thought. A thought dying down, struggling to breathe, suffocating, paining, dead. The room is a space of nothing, holding me, I am captured by nothing. I don’t speak, I don’t make a sound, I look, and with that I kill.

trapped

Trapped in the chambers of the who loves not to let go of the lost. Taken by the area of gods will to never come back. The thrown s have emptied and there is no life to live. The light’s have died down where there is no hope of coping with the present. A preempted question of mystery and enigma. No more do I tear; drop the pain of yester; near me was the death of my loved one.

I cannot live the day to the day and the night of night with out escaping to the pressure of finding the callings of my truths hidden by secrets, hung above me, in the skies and even the tree’s. You sometimes see the sway of the joking breeze hiting the hiding place of that secret. My eye’s smile, but not my expression. Keeping a tight lid on strebgth. A grim circle is sprinting in mind.

air

So it has dawnded on to me, life aint what it was cut out for me to be
nothing glamorious, just growin older,
too much pain over my shoulder
the days are lonley and the nights are colder.
I dream about my happy days I yern for them, I’m a figter, a trained soilder.

To keep the moral up, I have to be positive, happy and strong
I’m not sure about it, I look at my watch, I dont know how much I can’t this any long
It’s just easy to do whats right, but never easy to do right for whats wrong
I once heard this song, it made me cry…I wanted to spread my wings and fly
I wanted to go to a better place, maybe heaven, maybe near it…I’ll seatlle for anything
what ever god can bring, I can take it, I can stand the wind