This light I see inside myself
Is nothing
more than a figment.
I try to hide from the stares and voices
they follow
never stopping to breathe or think or live
Why do i see through the fog of such putrid lies and blind myself to
everything that matters
nothing matters

I am the darkness that lives inside of all emotions
The imbalance that causes the world in my mind to shift so suddenly
like so many leaves in the wind
It is nothing but thought
simple and unnoticed
Simply unnoticeable.
For it is nothing but the clouds
drifting across the make believe light,
through the beams that mean nothing
for they are nothing

Blue skies are a trick of the eyes
The sun is a part of one
Or none
Or all?
waiting for the fall