a poem? Yes. Now take the time to smell the flowers...flowers are a matter of perspective aren't they?
Your Pyre ( title)
I am where you found me
Awaiting the truth
Your destiny isn't real
You have no truth to find
Mortal flesh is your reality
Your body succumbs to this
Your body is your soul
That's why your soul dies with it
My thoughts I can still write
That's why I'm right
Your thoughts are so robotic
My thoughts are so romantic
I never been this close to divine
If you were this close you'd grab it
Not mine
I creep away from the light but I can still see it in the corner of my third eye
I venture away from the light but it never leaves my third eye
I dwell in the darkness of this world but the candle is hidden deep inside
They don't see my light, too many shadows in their eye
They want a hero to come and save the day
But their hero is swept away
They are left there alone with no one home
Not even a shell to find their way
I'm not you
I am what you used to be
This world rapes you of your spirit so easily
I gave you a heart that was made of stone
Because that is the one that you deserved
I'm still waiting for the the truth
Yet all that there is, is a lie
Your pyre is your power
Your pyre is your power
Your weakness is your pyre
Your weakness is your pyre
edit on 5/24/2016 by Alien Abduct because: (no reason given)