Revalation9

She's a nowhere the inbetween the ruthless the heartless armor piercing rounds that have nowhere to be.

You lead me there and lead me back astray and abound away from all but you said there was never anything wrong and I'm left wondering why. Oh God, how can this be? Trust is done, trust is gone the only thing left to do is die die die but I don't want to die But how can I survive if I don't trust in my life? How can I exist if I have been astray from this? Floating in a stage of non-exist in a hope to reconnect.

I'm a rags to riches story coming from nothing shedding  my anonymity; hiding no longer bold, stride, forward motion never stopping continuing the time continuum never shifting forward and forward and forward never stopping always evolving I am the master of my universe.

quiet, silence, smoke floating upwards rippling and shifting the sounds of traffic fading away as the music takes hold the urge to move takes hold creativity starting to flow flow is the definition of success; the wave of trees and movement of dance the orchestration of life coordinated.

All's quiet on the western front, headlights blinking flashing, diverting out of the way. The streets empty, battleshocked into silence Occupants too terrified to step out the door the hasty truce (lies? Manipulating?) being questioned at the front foremost and importance lies the safety of the heart the city built within bustling and hoping, there for the betterment of the support that is holding it in place. A lone engine off in the distance breaks the hermetically sealed sound-barrier Never give an inch, never fall back by any measure of distant the city is not a place for a battlefield especially one as brutal as the heart.

Missing holes rapidly filled you've turned this curse into a blessing. You found me, trapped in this suburban desert, rescued me, bang! We collided, hard, I stumbled back, reeling from impact looked up, into your eyes, lost from day one. You drew me in, fingers electric playing across my thoughts. I was helpless, drawn in, a safety pin to your magnet. You caught me, blinded by your magnificence. You were the harmony to my melody, completing me showing me, saving me, loving me. I had no choice in the matter. The first time I saw you I was hooked. Let's go west, to the ever possible impasse fading into the sunset, falling int

Today was a quiet day. A quiet day of murmurs and whispers, whispered prayers never reaching through those clouds. The rain was talking, today. It was telling me of cleanliness, of hope, of despair. Each individual drop was calling my name, begging me to step outside, to be washed away without a thought. The lightning was screaming. Screaming and crying, silent, the thunder taking all the prowess. The lightning struck and struck, deadlier than the bigger counterpart. The thunder was calling out, the louder half drowning out and ignoring the less known nerd, because thunder is the bully. The trees were falling, blocking the roads

Oh dear God, I think he fell grace personified, hope in person, has fallen from the crown of grace. Heaven's gates seem so far away and even just this day to day seems to make life hazier than it was before. Is it worth the fight? Would I really go through hell and back just trying to make things right? Is it worth the heartache and agony the hope and the crushing spirit to try and bring him home? Perhaps I need to re-evaluate what's in my brain the sun is sinking lower and lower in this dangerous day and I'm wondering if I'll be able to see the moon this night or if even she is hiding from this wrath. Perhaps he's really wort