The rush of wind,
yet it does not touch me:
it passes through.
Something's missing:
A piece.
A hole in my heart.
Left untreated,
will devoure my soul.

I walk away againts my will.
My mind knows this will be the death of me,
tries to turn me back.
Whatever's broken inside of me:
the gears of life.
They do not want me to return to pain.

You know what I feel,
but you're happy.
For you I'm just that thought,
that object that you kept to amuse yourself.

See me as something more,
something beautiful and brave.
A sacrifice in the wrong context.

You come to me in my final moments,
place the object that you kept:
your heart;
into mine.
Rejoice.

My mind wanders;
always back to that place.
"Hey, mum. Why did we go,
why did we leave?"
It's dark inside,
shadows cloud my thoughts.
No place to sit,
no where to stand.

In my dreams,
I'm aloud to look back.
Dark silhouettes,
beautiful in shape.
That single, one, charming laugh;
makes my hand stretch out.
But that's the end:
it's time for dawn;
to wake up.

Don't kick me out,
don't shut me in.

I do not wish to go home;
my place is here:
with you.

A cliff over looks the water, jagged and bare
Ready for death
Cages are opened
And sacrifices are soon to be made
Can they see thy fear, crawling in thy wake
Sharp as a stone
Cold as bone
Shearing through the kin of thy brothers
The knives of the mighty fall short
Why don't they touch the others
It's a game of some sort
We worship the forces of nature
Yet we place our survival against the ods
Give them our life
Only to please the gods

The taste of our kin
Turns us to monsters
Our flesh and blood
Ground to powders
Keeps us alive in the flood
Over the cliffs
The worlds beyond the seas
This is just a couple of whiffs
Of our cannibal tendencies.

Stirring in a bed made to float,
a clock made to tick;
wake me up.
A car made to deliver:
without the hands of the capable;
hospitalized.
Buildings make to soar in the air,
bridges connecting pathways.
Science rules our life;
incapable.
Our laws;
unbreakable.
Yet we find ways to bipast,
future.
Our government;
unsatified in progress.
Let there be light,
let us pick ourselves up in the hands of the strong.
Show us modernity.