you wake up again

and realize then

that you’re back in hell,

and in the position you fell – it

hurts so painfully well;

‘cause it’s the last place you wanna be in,

that last place you wanna breath in,

and let it all go;

to fly and flow

through the dark valley’s stones,

and the wells of hidden strain

that claw and maim

at the blistering, bleeding pain.

it shines through mahogany eyes,

and attempts to paralyze

the ones who compromise

your self written misery.

like a wing-clipped fairy

you’ve lost your whole daring

and defiant persona –

that answered to no one

and strived to be free

from the light and the beasts,

who support conformity

and want you to be a soldier,

so they can shape and mold ya

into their perfect slave,

who knows how to behave

and feels the need to crave:

nothing at all.

as the great ones fall

into intricate traps,

but maybe perhaps

you can fly from them

and journey to a land

that stands

up for defiance,

and the right for alliances

of the nonconformity party.

but that’s a land I cannot see –

so I know you’ll leave me

here in this hole,

clutching your soul

simply yearning to go

along to a land that I know

as the land of promise

with its spirals and comets

and death that rings a lullaby

without questions of why

we are all so joyful

in a land to that is so full

of nothing at all.

yet I wont sell my heart

to gain back that part

of me that pined for the change

with you and a range

of new unknown kinds of pain

that could make me reel

from wanting them to be real

and you not wanting to deal

with my love that you’ll never feel.