worlds-collide

Enter fear. Well I’m an explorer of sorts Searching for bodies and mountains and minds that you haunt Because you see, all the other ghosts have visited But I’m still waiting for you to reach out from my skull So set me off into the sea And we’ll sink like stones in your body Like clouds vanishing Like winter entering And October was late this year But she didn’t care About the autumn leaves Yearning to fall into the life of a phoenix Reincarnated in spring Because now the worlds out of key But your voice is still in perfect harmony with the wind Grabbing you down like the pilots hands Driving this mess

 Well, my words haven't come out as thoughts lately And I speak only in book spines, a language no one else seems to comprehend And the pretty little dolly eyed figure hovering over me Has turned into a shadow, like they always do. While red wrist bands constraining you to one idea and one theory leaves your tongue torn and dry monochromatic minds won't satisfy anyone. Well, now I see metallic faces on glass parchment, and I don't know what I'm saying anymore let alone thinking So don't expect me to let you in, like the others It's my turn to leave. It's my turn to leave.

But I want more than this. I want more than what can be said or written or drawn out. I want more than ink blotches on parched pieces of our source of oxygen. I want more than smudges on our fingers from trying to create the perfect sense of depth. I want that depth to be real, and flowing, yet all I can actually say sounded so much better in my head. Even if you scream it, or I hear it ripping through your skull waiting to escape, it just wont be the same. And I swear I’m trying to get rid of these old habits but then there I go again. I want to feel something, breathe something, see something, when I burst through these broken window p

Keep in mind that the sound of your thoughts racing And the way your smile hangs elegantly on your face Gives you away You’ve always been one to dream big, But you’re now realizing the 3,000 miles between You, me, and a real conversation has exceeded your limit But the secrets kept in the corner of your eyes have grown on me And as your staring at the sun and listening to the stars I swear I’ve never felt more alive The stains on your sleeves are fading Just like the fragments of our theory Ive concluded that seeing any emotion spill out of your body Would be the equivalent of seeing you broken I would do anythin

Bursts of orange, white, yellow, red, with a touch of blue and green. A cold world masked by a fake fire. There is no pattern in this obvious state of dismay that paralyzes me. Just specks of wasted youth scattered in this infinite nonsense. The abyss is overrated. I’ve found that words don’t taste as good when they’re forced from my fingers. My ability to put thoughts together elegantly has been demolished Lost souls shouldn’t be this literal But she smiled as her head turned to see me scrambling for the right terminology And I heard her spine tingle when she realized the opportunity was lost I envy your p