Fictitious fingers pressing against glistening arteries, Limiting the reach of every future Blame resting on self, others, and beings outside of Our faulty vision Pain crawling to the rigid surface during each Birth of a crossroads, corrupting tenacity Millions suffer from this relentless strain that’s Buried deep in our nature; logical encouragement Will weaken the chains, unleashing the benevolent beasts Within all of us– Not blind, childish positivity… Wisdom spawned from successes and failures Rarely, is an attempt a waste of time; Knowledge is meditating underneath the rubble, Waiting to be discovered
“I want freedom to be as abundant as my vanity” The mantra that coated her tangled morals and tainted anniversaries, Dripping murky drops of water onto eyes that have lost their pupils’– Irises erased like foreign lines on black paper Self-destruction coiled around every dress that she wore, Assembled by pious monarchs to create jail cells for all kinds of hearts; Crushing ambitions with cloud-light scriptures from coffins that drift Along the current of a Nøkk’s river so that the world would be A little bit closer to their distasteful version of perfection Voices from unshackled men and women have awakened her Truest self, giving the maiden a much-needed introspection– A beautiful yet painful dive into a golden sky She still struggles to read the pages– more so than she does to Protect her values– but it’s a journey that is filled with love, Much unlike the previous, arduous, and hurtful one