Not everyone can feel.
These feelings that so entice me.
Not everyone sees.
The visions I do, that strangle me.

Our words are burning knives.
Thrown around to cut so deep.
Our dreams are relentless hopes.
Of things we won't ever be.

An absolute solution.
Is ever so hard to find.
An ending to this madness.
Will only grow further from us in time.

Savour your love and pain.
For it only happens once.
Devour your helpless mind.
We have no time for these games.

If everyone, could feel as I do.
We would have a hundred deaths.
If everyone could see, what I do.
Life, wouldn't be such a threat.

Futures depend on that.
Of our own existence.
Dreams will only remain dreams.
If one chooses as it's tactics.

We are what we see.
And see what we want.
But, sometimes.
People tend to blind us.