and passion together.
We would fight our demons while being made already whole by the persevering
the darkness that looms would never be given the satisfaction of rebirth again,
for, if it be just us
then let us both in singular fashion and triumphant prose
I shall live and see you ( DEATH ) fade like a memory not easily remembered. An image not easily pictured a blur, queer and unidentifiable.
I’m ghost, we are ghosts
we torment our pain and folly with the light of joy and
We are more than our struggles
We are more than our Pain
Still in all your past the docks and I have no life raft, should I throw my discretion out and leap for faith, will faith keep me above the water, what if I begin to drown?
Can this distance be overcome, can my distance be met, am I alone or just absent
I see you but I can’t touch you, I’m inspired but there’s no physical evidence. I’m stuck again on faith, if a tree falls does it make a sound? Hell yea it does!!!
I’m letting go and taking the plunge I’m leaving this, and following the “Darkness On The Edge Of Town”. Let my ears and tears write these words that you can’t hear. I’ll be everything and more. I’m gonna surpass this distance, watch me!!!!!
Watch Me Rise!!!!