She danced within the darkness where the light should never reach her. She waltz through all her battles because her convictions allowed her to glance, she is alpha.

She danced

She danced

She danced within the darkness where the light should never reach her. The tango with her own sanity caused her to meet her shadows in a place of isolation but she found solace, she is alpha.

She danced

She danced

But she got tired, and she cried and felt as if her world might crumble before her.

In that brief moment​ of inescapable exhaustion where she could only cry out to the loudest silence.

She remembered.

She was a queen

And the validation of being a queen was not by having a man next to her, it wasn't​ even about the crown that she graciously carried upon her head everyday, or the throne, that was her mind.

She was a queen by her pure essence, and every time she granted us her presence we were reminded.

At that moment she got up and danced not within the darkness but in spite of it.

She was her own light

She will illuminate her own path.

We look out to the sky, trapped and caged, shackled in our own mind....

We look out to the sun but we see the moon, because we have disassociated our reality from normalcy

We look to the stars...what do we see you may ask?

The burning desires, to the lovers we once had, the family members we lost and we try to remember , the goals we try to achieve when we can't

We look to space, and when you see the empty void, we see the lonely souls, those who have given up on love, those who have dwindled in the darkness that the light cannot reach, those that see a darkest light and pitch black day

When you see the water, we see life, as if the movement of energy , is derived of something you call wet, the wetness is the basis of life in such a dead place

When you see a person, we see the embodiment of what god has granted to us, we see the universe within that person and that draws us back into the aspects of the stars, we see a person and we have a desire to show them love, we see the right person and we are drawn to follow that star and love it unconditionally , no matter how far we may drift into space

When you see life, we see death, we never understood why you could live unlike us, we die when we live like you because you are without our passion and our passion is the willingness to live, and even when we die we still live because we become the star for the next lost one to cling onto

Turning, vision blurring, perceptions tainted

Yearning, are you, for me, which me, please decide

Mirrors breaking, I can't lie to you, but I just did, change my mask and approach you differently

This me is sex, you desire to impress, your fantasy to ingest, your morality to conquer , your innocence my conquest

This me is love, all that you will need, all that you may feel, All to you i can be, but to which you? Can there be another ?

This me is passion, from you I draw it, confide in me and I become it, touch me and I invoke it.

This me is sane, but you are insanity, catalyst to my calamity, the pure reason I'm disconnect from reality.

This me is a lie, you look at me and you deny that the lie want the truth, I hurt you with common sense and you're too smart to realize that your are gullible.

This me is hate, and I love it, you loved the idea of me, and I hate the fact that there was a we, or a us, or a together, wait in probably bitter, no, I just made a mistake, because it's easier lying to myself, by thinking it was a mistake, when it wasn't

This me is a dream, as everything is real, the ones before me are just thoughts trapped in an understanding mind, misunderstood by life it's, this me is devoid of limitations, all desires can be attained there, this me what to wake up but I have one more panel of the kaleidoscope to view, while trapped in this dream

The mere thought of you, is the conclusion to my chase of finding sanity because you are the catalysts, my catalyst

You are confusion

The mere thought of you is a chaotic celebration, I am confirmed to the callous nature that you seek to care

The mere thought of you is the ceremonial charade, as we pretend to decipher this love, we never noticed that our constellations would always collide

We were never meant to create, anything

Cosmic

The mere thought of you is solace to the secluded heart, only striving to encapsulated by your subtleties

The mere thought of you sedates my ability to think, I'm in a state of submissive comatose, please spare my mind and release my sanity

To be serenaded by your voice

The mere thought of you supercedes logical thinking, there is a lack of the ability compartmentalize because you are the only solution

The mere thought of you is a simile, as radiant as sunshine, soothing like the melodies of rainfall

You are a catastrophe, it's simple to notice the missing pieces of your soul, shouting to the symmetrical discord of mine

The mere thought of you is a simile, as luminous ad the moonlight, the wick of this candle finally burns out to utter darkness

You embodied everything I loved about being considered a singularity, when paired with you, I was spared from the lies, what I should've feared was the truth

Petrified at my heart's content

A look was glanced at me

Terrified to my heart's dismay

With a simple gesture, the sweetest smile

Poison..

The mere thought of you is a disarray to my being, I feel to drown of the sorrows of my life

Death..

The mere thought of you is an uncontrollable rush, of passion...

But I lack the motivation to act upon it, I'm weak

Lust..

The mere thought of you is the disease of my mind, the graphic thoughts i preview upon looking at you, the cinematic setting of our intense display of elation and harmonious exchanges of energy cascades me constantly, do you feel it too

Love..

The mere thought of you is the bridge I burnt, I can no longer cross this unusual path, I love that you hate me, and hate that I can't escape the memories of our chaos

Pain

The mere thought of you is the cage that I inflicted upon you, you reminisce of the lies you believed , I can't escape the control i had over you, you can't move on from the deceitful truth, the cycle of pain

Hate

The mere thought of you, is a delusional concept , I hate you, you're crazy, I'm better off without never knowing you, you're fine now, I'm alright, but why are we still associated, I hate you, you're crazy, I'm better off without knowing you, our daily lives, that's how we're still connected

Life

The mere thought of you, is a sporadic burst of energy into every follicle of my entity, replenish my desires, empower my emotions, rejuvenate my sanity, never leave

Vice

The mere thought of you, is my weakness of character, avoiding you is the positive reinforcement that keeps my mind at ease, the mere sight of you is the negative stimuli and then I relapse

Harmony

The mere thought of you is temptation to my soul, it's the process of my entity connecting with life itself, you energy ripples continuously through me and I feel the harmonious calm...drip, drip, ripple , flow

The mere thought of you is the constant battle, which forces my sanity to slowly drip, like ripples into fantasy

The mere thought of you is the most pleasurable pain, the greatest failure , and the most disappoint reward, longing for the chance that feels like its joy through pain, again

The mere thought of you is an iridescent sun, a kaleidoscope emotions, beautiful rage, depressing acceptance, isolated happiness, clamoring belief

The mere thought of you is the gamble of life, I play the slots hoping to gain interest, roll the dice hoping for fate to gift me reward that is a chance, chance is luck and luck will give me the opportunity...

The mere thought of you is a lingering desire, you can not be a fading memory because it is photographic, you force my mind to idle, and my hands to sign out reasons to thrust love towards you

The mere thought of you is the a lie, like the reason why man cannot be perceived as gods, we condemn the chance to elevate our being because we are controlled by the chase of morality

The mere thought of you is a dying heartbeat....

"There is an erratic pulse", I recognize the love

The mere thought of you is a dying heartbeat...

"There is an erratic pulse " the love begins to fade

The mere thought of you is a dying heartbeat....

"There is an erratic pulse " the loves ceases to exist, finally

Then...

I awaken...

The mere thought of you is the catalyst of my sanity..

My mind has caged me in the desire to know you..

The mere thought of you is a fire, that ignites a cataclysmic eruption of emotion,

This flows into reason and filters through rational thinking

The mere thought illuminates my conscious mind, like a single start kissing the darkness of space, it lights up with possibilities

The mere thought of you echoes, and the sound plays continuously , like the note of time as the day flows

The mere thought of you is an escape, in and of itself, life stops but thoughts flow into endless melancholy...

The mere thought of you, is the silhouette of darkness embracing light itself , a picturesque, mosaic of simplified perfection... If something were to be perfect

The mere thought of you, is just a continuous thought, as it doesn't escape the mind and cries out to the loudest silences,

As the mere thought is disguised in a simple... Hello

Pain engraved in my thoughts as I try to speak on issues of the heart.

You see the problem logic and emotions don't mix. Conflicts of my sanity has me divided on insanity, grasping on the chains of reality, only willing to stay in the fantasy.

Pain muddles through my soul as I await the moment the confusion becomes clarity.

It's clear to me for all the trouble I've caused, that clarity will be devoid of me, tragic, where I see the lies in the tragedy and the truth in the mystery of your words.

You

Lied

To

Me

Pain finds me, when no one else even bothers to look,

Pain finds me.

And then what, is it supposed to be the end to this thought, or the beginning of something that is supposed to be in naught, nonexistent or naughty.

Stretch marks have scratches, battle scars of our passion, regret was the orchestra to the climax, or was regret just the climax because on the one day you didn't taste the same it was the pain from letting go that led me to the end.

If there's a method to the madness, then I'm crazy in thinking that I can replace hate with love, and ease of the pain, because I need it, it makes me thrive, and every time I touch those battle scars I see the pain in your eyes and not mine, because I've placed them on someone else

And you're stuck reminiscing

On that time you never wanted to escape from…

Let's go back to the cosmic

Before the heated conversation

Before the test rejections

I wasn't ready and you wouldn't allow me to be

Let's just go back

You remember right ?

Your nipple piercings, making silhouettes in the moon's reflections

You remember right ?

Well then let's go back to the cosmic

Picturesque paints weren't only laid on the canvas by my tongue, yes I spoke to your mind and conquered your convictions, yes picturesque paintings laid onto you by my tongue, but your melodies serenaded me to the point where our art evolved

We were livid, to the point where I bit on your neck was just a sample, pulled you hair back where I deciphered every part of your being, you were crazy you said, or maybe complex, because Every Time our bodies pressed to the joys and elevations of pationatione seductions, you were reduced to rubble

I was paved out and we would begin again

But,

You only like the darkness when you can make it, can take it and make it incandescent, when your sounds move to the speed of the blissful light

Let's go back to the cosmic

Where our instincts, inspired us to love the lust of being lost inside of each other

Every moan, every scream, every verse we could conspire to making we achieved

Straddled your mind and fcked your body right back to the point where you wished the moon only shun on quiet nights because you grew to create your own noise and enjoyed the ferocity of your own voice

And as I lay awake and we start this conversation again with a simple hi, I'll proceed to tell you

Are you willing to, go back to the cosmic