INNER THOUGHTS
I sit im my room with thoughts of wonder
How can a simple fool even begin to exist in a complex,
mind rapping world like this one we call home
Stripping life from my soul like I'm a helpless baby with no hands
The dreams that happen with in our forever leaking minds
are like feathers falling by a deep struck arrow of that of a
birds soaring high in the sky
This thing we call life, claws at my eternal, bleeding soul
like ripping razors of hate
Down deep I know there is a life in some form
that I have yet to discover within
The razor's scare is deep within the inner lining of our souls
as visions of true and visions untold await us at the end of this souls departure
I wonder if the razor stays within as the soul leaves or
if it starts over anew with a fresh new soul to feed upon
But for now as it tears at this soul of our's ever so deep
I wonder if the next razor will be as sharp or cut so deep