each move that we make, is that deliberate?
each desire that moves us, is that what we wish for?
each question that pushes us, is that what we care for?

Negative emotions clouding thoughts with translucent feelings, Breaking free from a cage.
Unknowingly,  its the cage of my soul
It Ripped straight through the ceiling.
Now im lost and out of control, all so very unappealing.
Will I find a way to conceal this purge, or will I die fully consumed, Whatever happens, it must be heavenly divine.
Even if that means I lose myself and all the love I hide guarded in a Tomb begins to slowly age and die.

She plays
the strings
of her guitar
like she
toyed with
the strings
of my heart:
beautifully
with grace of
an angel
But the power
to ****.