Lakknim

Still I hear you, still I see you, still I feel you Maybe you are just a beautiful nightmare Never leave,never falter, forever be haunting At night I hold your cold blue skin Time passes by, I pass out,you fade... Like a memory corrupted black In reality, you're a demon clawing at my back Not a lot of color in my life Not a lot of reason after all Seen you in the afterlife,hanging... swinging Don't stress there are still many nights For us to have an embrace

Torture, to me, woldnt be..physical, That's so..much easier, to heal, It will be, it will be fine, every time, A cloud,above,whimpers now... Like the mind, constantly over time, Building up,building up, escape shelter Because it..comes from the inside, Birds flying, constant denying.. the dreams, Wish well, to be in the sky... but why? It's dark,wet, full of thunder,to get stuck down? Torture, you see, will be, what you didn't achieve mentally...

All returns death to life, Heaven is the color green, And all the beauty, to be seen In every bud, that's starts to bloom In every animal, in which will consume The very force,that holds us all, An inebriating cycle, I'm dizzy at the thought of myself Knowing what I came here to find Why did I,why did I, why did I refuse you, I could have been, growing towards the sun...

Sweet nectar upon the grass you take me to a place where lucid dreams can no longer pass or satisfy for how real the visions feel when I drink your liquid light and awaken knowledge and insight

Lazy lizard licked I looked into his eyes Saw my life in episodes I put them on rewind Suddenly I feel Something out of line Like stars are his eyes The face of mine Two hearts are combined We connected at the spine I was this creature He is now my teacher

Moon gives company in the dark Like a spot light on you You are the star Covered in a beam of white A tear trickles down But can't help but glisten Even in this moment So still you're frozen in snow And captured by the gaze of Moonglow The pain feels beautiful

Everlast into the past Like wind blowing though blades of grass It's a mystery where you would go If swept up like a leaf Tantalizing show no fear Towards the path of belonging here A linen coil about to smoke The trail of life could make you choke Who you are and how you feel Dependant on demons that arnt real Catch your breath take it in Just remember when The world couldn't take again Just remember wind Taking you each direction Still so much left of the journey still The mystery and each mistake is the thrill No path is right no way is wrong Find the place where you belong

I am my only lover In this world to live and suffer By myself by my control I have enjoyed nothing Stay in this eternal slumber In this world to dream and wonder By myself by my control Please don't ever wake me Easier to cast an illusion In this world with no conclusion By myself by my control I've been lifted from reality

I loftily become part of the mist To dream the part of the dreamed To see if it could really heal To already know how I feel I choose to ignore what has been deemed Part of the mist I loftily become But hindering it since it  begun The only efficient feelings are none It's easier to exist when everythings numb Becoming part of the mist loftily I Already know how to feel Already know what to say Already want it to go away Already seen the hand to deal Still ever slowly I become nothing

The rose blew a flame   From ash drew a name   To give and take   To kill and create   This is what love has done The sky drenched in blue   Color palette of your eyes   Dreamy as they once were Brought the stars down to earth Like gunpoint to my head It’s the sight of you that I dread   Sunlight lost its meaning   Blue skies are fleeting   But oh how are weather can change

I hear them whisper most strongly at night, A serpent by my ear tells me of all things. A story to dream of with the dying of light, They linger still despite my awakening. Serpent who whispers beside my ear, Why is it I can’t see this world of mine? I can tell what you say shouldn’t be here, But there are too many voice to know what I find. My eyes are scrying orb to other lands, My body inconsistent though wreathed in skin. Only the serpent seems to understand, To it I shall listen to make sense of the din. Perhaps some day I shall write it for you, The stories I live even now to lend. But each time I try I do so rue, For th