Awareness is only as good
As the eyes that are seeing
And I’m beginning to think
I was born dead
Into a soul
Who loves humanity.
In the fact of flesh and lust.
These demons that hang on my neck
May be hidden
From some eyes
But my heart feels their regret
Like a hard rock-
Frozen in time
And more determined to create more.
The only positive nature
That has rooted in me
Is turning the sorrow
Into energy
But for how long does the run last?
The flowers die
And rot
And soon this body will follow.
There’s no hope in tomorrow
With a soul like that.