A Changing Point
In the eavning i awoke
The stars in the sky were easy to see
But the negative space kept my gaze
Inspiring
Mind blowing mentality
Far beyond locks and chains
Breathtaking
Everyone should find a smile
Photographic Remembrance
Of life without its vanity
Something more than wearing a tie
Frequently,
I look to the sky before the ground
Eventually,
The ice is bound to crack
Leaving all of them trapped
Without a question to ask
Shaving the hair of their backs
Evenly,
I wish as well as i torment
Understanding my intent
Maybe i should sign up for a heart transplant
Some dream of one day having a dream
Others repent to silence the screams
Maybe my logic isn't for you to understand
Because i lift myself above
Every excuse seems pointless
I soothe myself in enjoyment
Enslaved by the wonders in the sky
Nothing more will pass me by
Asleep in the moring
Isolation
Dull fingers pointing
Their voices laugh at me
I can hardly make out their faces
In this poorly shaded figment of my reality
I open the curtains
And all of the light crawls out of the room
Voices rebound without a trace
I seem to need a hiding place
Looking at my hands
Shielding my face
Silhouettes drop flowers at the foot of my bed
I ask them who they are,
"Why are you here inside my head?"
Chilled sweat drips a sting into my eyes
They mock my question
And make the suggestion
That i cannot hide inside
I reach for the shadows and force them to sit,
looking in, what i assume were there eyes, i demanded
"Answer me this!"
As my sanity takes a hit
"Why cant we scare away our demons?"
There's always a piece that doesn't quite seem to fit
They stick out there tongues
Forked like a snake's
Hissing like a steaming tea pot
"What can i do?"
I asked very calmly
As they cornered me closer to the the window
The tallest of all stood upon the others shoulders
It pulled a megaphone out of its chest
And began to chant
"You cannot hide inside!"
Inches from the window
I turn and stare out the glass
Their their embrace was upon me
I had to think fast
I threw myself out of that window made of glass
12 stories down
I landed on a newspaper kiosk
