Help me
And with these hands, I can create
A being of which they are afraid
Cold to touch in rusted shades of gray
Electric arcs ignite as the wires fray

This bloody box inside my chest
Was the fire’s catalyst
My home now is just ashes
I didn’t want this to happ

No more, no more
No more days of constant wondering
If this will ever get better

Maybe it will maybe it won't
How will you know if you don't try
To work from new perspectives
Gathering insight to combat the darkness
Of waking every day to sunlight
And reminders

Alone, I awoke
With no body nor limbs
This role of the observer
Seems so lonely
For eons, I’ve watched them grow
Repeating an endless circuit
Their beauty is found
In perception of self

At least that’s how I think of it
I simply observe without interfering</

Living day to day
As though you'll live forever
Wasting away life
As though you'll have another
Not understanding
That what we have is a gift
No matter how we were created
We should be thankful to exist

You’re always thinking
Of what you don’t have
You r

Strokes from a brush
The work and the artist
A dichotomy to separate us
Until we can create on our own

Our greatest flaw
Not seeing what matters most
Not believing what we’re told
Until we see the whole

To create is to give of one’s self
To empty in hopes

I respect no kings
Who do nothing for me
I'll kneel before none
And die for as many
I believe no words
From the fountain of lies

My whole being
Built in rejection of authority
What has become of divine rule
Who have we allowed to control us

The silence

Crawl deep within depths
What will you see, if anything

On hands and knees
Shifting rocks behind
Trudging on with stubborn dreams
Claustrophobia setting in
Shove the sides out
Your chest, now tearing from within

Hyperventilation, fear
But that's not why yo