“Ego’s Cemetery (Psychotic Fairytals)”

Done it all and the shadows curated more figments to question my delicate demeanor

Don’t be petrified

The stillness that softens with every perishable word, giving closure where our thoughts are never heard

To touch, and feel, that’s for sure

Push back opportunities that are opposite to what you hold true

The knife in my hand, as I carve out new ways to redirect your path

My eyes alone see how long this psychotic fairytale will last

I’m trying to maintain control with little maintenance, hoping I don’t relapse

To see, and to hear, how painful it was to spill blood from the past

You don’t know suffering until you feel it first hand

A part of you getting ripped from your heart and placed onto barren lands

For you, I’ll never look back 

Submission at the peak of the mountain

Blue skies, and flowers that bloom near transparent water

Cleanse my well being in your miraculous fountain

To be, is to love and care

You can’t find this type of humility anywhere