Today has condemned my self
if anger flew as it flows from me
the world should have wings
the wings of a moth at a flame
burning every existence
a swirling dusty evaporation
into an eternal night
of midnight madness
where I have dreams of my nightmares
now, it's a struggle
just to keep my eyes open
even so, i can see everything--
nothing is hidden from me
but still, you are hiding
as if i am blind
am i speaking too loud to the deaf?
the shattered silence
is loud without words
but can be read quite fluently
the taste of my memories
keeps my mouth dry
for i am a desert
continue walking,
you'll find my oasis
it's past the burning sands of smiles
it lies in a simple watering-hole
far from the sun
saturated with hatred
flooded by tears...

she's just in time to save me from drowning
a life-preserver that couldn't possibly deflate
and so, I emerge from misery
my eyes see the sun now
a new birth
from death within
still unable to breath
because she's stolen it from me
a small price to pay
for a happiness that's real

today, a moth was burned
unto her abyssmal end
tomorrow, a butterfly emerges
to spread his wings anew
If happiness flew as it flows from me
the world should have wings.
 
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