Trust is a curious thing

And it's not as abrupt like a ding

Nor is it subtle like a slim ring

Neither is it bold like a dove's sing

They say you need to be ready to be destroyed but that isn't the case

For allowing something to break you but hoping it wouldn't again would hit your face

It's something so fragile and better kept clean

For if you break it behind someone's back, you know what it should mean

It means constantly pondering if they will do it again

You start counting strikes and reading into every little thing

Going this route in the end will destroy both of you

Till you must start again, fresh anew

In order to preserve such trust after such a blow

You must be able to communicate for both of you to show

Without communications, trust will be fractured beyond repair you know

You can't just expect things to get better without confronting, like pavement and snow

Some give away all their trust far too soon

To the point life will make them out a goon

Trust can be the holy grail

Or it can become the tear in the sail

Only give your trust to those who

Are willing to mend it back up while working with you

And put in the effort to be as honest as you do

And work problems out instead of repeating a cycle or two

Trust follows those who

Carry it with communication to prevent it's undo

Within the mass of metaphors and symbolism

Do people see cynicism and masochism

Perhaps they believe by the next dawn my neck will be in a noose

Till the neck breaks and my body hangs loose

Despite my words' oddities, I mean no harm

And your alertness and skepticism, you should disarm

I can assure you I'm content and happy with my life

Even if I must explore trifles with a molten knife

Sometimes in life you must explore every inch for meaning

But a meaning that's unique to you, that's what's seeming

For me that's to explore the light with a rusty scythe

As well as the night with the sun in my palms to carefully navigate writhe

There are times in crisis where my words become a hurricane

But soon they shall dull into a revelation akin to sugar cane

My journey shall be a lengthy and liminal one

And will begin once more with the sun

To gaze upon the vast an empty space is to stare at the insignificance and terror

Making you see the big world and even bigger end and fearing every error

If you keep wandering, you'll grow far too cold

Unable to be motivated, even when you grow old

Within this haze of illusions strung together by perception

No matter who you are, there is always one exception

Within this hazy and frightening abyss, it is you

For no one else sees things the way one person does, only you

When I look upon you fellow sprites

I see potential and a faint glow that will keep away even the most terrifying of nights

But if you let that flame die out, so will many others in line

So I'm here to tell you you're doing great, you'll be fine

Something so small may struggle to become something more

That's the way it was for all of us, no matter the core

Even if you are without direction or a guide

So long as you keep the light going, there's no need to hide

No matter your worries and trials

Just understand everyone eventually makes the finals

Sure it may be harsh and rigerous

But many of you have already done something delicious

It may never get publicly recognized, it may not

But still, it's someone's heart you may have got

One that is perceived is also one who is interpreted and seen

For the stardust within you is the only one that will know what that shall mean

Ignite each other instead of bringing them down

For ultimately only a collective can combat the sun to permanent sundown

You are a wonder, despite your errors and flaws

So run off now, for your potential calls

Silence the light

Cease the might

Surrender the sound

So that silence shall surround

Relief be brought upon thine head

For I might as well have been dead

Can anyone hear me?

Or is it just everyone else I can see?

Cease the dancing and meaningless distractions

But still, I cannot figure out their future actions

Bring forth the dark

Bestow the walls it's mark

Set free the particles that surround me

For once under these sheets, leave me be

Silence the light

Cease the light

Surrender the light

Banish the light

Welcome the solemn dark

Someone who we had taken for granted, leave your mark

For I too relate with her

Here we shall no longer stir

Relief brought upon thine head

For I might as well have been...

I was once told that angels were in pearly gowns

Shimmering in the sunlight, an illusion of something holy

Something that is worshipped among the towns

And had their souls reaped to serve god and the living solely

In my travels in spirit, I had searched for evidence of this

Only to find nothing but dread's solemn kiss

My head has grown weary and my vision has blurred

Yet I still search for he who has once stirred

Perhaps he had been with me all along

Some curious creatures had informed me in a song

That all angels had been devoid of pure spirituality

And some could be quite devious, that is only reality

I listened carefully for the example they had gave

As they danced around with dainty creature legs that were devoid of shave

Some had necks distorted and long

Other whose faces I could not make out along

As they moved and dazzled, I grew faint

Their songs beckoning me to the rest of the final saint

My throat had run dry and my legs had grown weak

To the point where along my travel I must limp as I seek

To these notes I had resisted

Just listening for the example they insisted

An angel whose face is constantly changing and shifting

To everyone that still lives in a world constantly shifting

Despite these creatures' fright, I could not match

For instead I found myself captivated like a butterfly forcing itself to hatch

But the world around me faded once more

And then I awoke with my throat and legs sore

I gazed at the ceiling above me with violet outlines

And shapes that were constantly shifting

And yet, despite these obvious signs

I chose to close my eyes once more, feeling something within lifting

Listen closely to the notes of old

And you shall see how expressive and bold

Perhaps it shall tell of a soul long sold

Or a heart that has since shattered and turned cold

Listen to the horrid gliss I beg

Something so sinister it shall crack an egg

Your ears may be pierced, that in itself is fine

So long as you keep in mind every note in line

A serenade could beckon to feelings of ancient

That shall swirl around your throat like a captivating fragrant

Do you hear the fallen within these tunes

Where devastated souls all gather to commune

Perhaps you can almost hear the travel of the feather

But it cannot be interrupted or penetrated, resembling a bond of leather

As the ink continues to taint the paper and it's purities

For the sake of the composer's remedies

Sometimes with a good ear you can fortell

The turmoil that captivates the writer and that sends them to Hell

Perhaps you can tell clearly like the edge of a knife

That this person would likely end their own life

Do you you hear the fallen within these tunes?

Do you hear the despair that came with the noon?

Nay, I shalln't lie

I can hear the note's desperate cry

As I lay here progressively losing weight

I can see shifts and changes in the light

Even my hand appears rather heavy

As sleep beckons me once more and one shadow becomes many

Outside becomes a soft orchestra

The final sound that shall lay upon my ears as my eyes behold it's aura

My skin feels akin to ocean waves

With every pulse, I see the memories that my mind saves

Outside of these walls, away from this bed

Life had been harsh and had gotten to my head

As seconds pass, I realize

Perhaps it all was minimal in size

A smile creeps across my face as I close my eyes a final time

Outright inviting death, sticking to nature's rhythm and rhyme

The warmth of this blanket, nothing can compete

For the final thing I shall feel is a cozy heat

Things appear simpler now

There's no rush or wonders of why and how

This is all there is, this is all I'll miss

Or maybe not at all as the world outside is a gnarly hiss

Under these sheets, I may be alone

But that's the most peaceful part I feel in my bone

I know there's only adventure ahead of me

For no one knows the afterlife or what it could be

It would've been fine if you just went to see her, not take her home

It would've been fine if you took the time to just understand basic relationships

It would've been fine if you were accepting

It would've been fine if you didn't use words to manipulate her into bed

It would've been fine if you just got out of her head

Instead you prioritized lust and disrespected her

Instead you made her feel guilty for wanting nothing sexual involved

For love and sex are not something that everyone wants hand in hand

Instead you raged and made her feel scared

Instead you cornered her and exclaimed she was just like every other woman

Instead you blamed her for the relationship not working out

You should've realized after all this time, the problem was always you

You are part of the reason why people are reluctant to date

When would the stepping stop?

The tallying and obnoxious turns that resemble slop

When will my soul and body become one?

Or am I doomed to be nobody or with someone?

I could try my best to regulate my mind

But if I proceed with my body, my soul is left behind

A hustle and bustle lifestyle is not for me

How I wish to be shielded by a canopy

Like his clock, my heart shall stop fast

For a life that would never last

A holiday becomes nothing more than a time to rest

The last thing, long rest

In darkness, I slumber

Blending in with the blanket around me like a moth of umber

Accidentally, I had slipped away

as my eyes gave way

When my eyes had opened once more, I was in the facility

Looking around, unsure if it was reality

I decided to go about my day, even if something was amiss

Because usually a dream has something you shouldn't miss

Through the lips of people that surround

I had heard such curious sound

Gossip that spread about a pair of animals

Both coming from different mammals

One was an eagle, the other an elephant

A white elephant at that befriended an eagle so elegant

However, signs show that they had grown closer than before

Becoming one with each other's core

The Junkyard was where they reside

For the habitat was obstructed and the elephant needed a place to hide

Every now and then the Eagle would arrive bearing gifts

Though sometimes got stuck and needed lifts

Upon arrival to the yard to grab some scrap

I heard something overhead and looked to see what hap

And I saw such a mystical beast

Flapping it's wings until it landed and ceased

It surveyed it's surroundings more like a hawk

And decided to once more fly amok

It was flying far too fast and going to an area far to cramp

So I followed in hopes to maybe help this champ

As I had gone closer, it was too late

For the flight path curved and the eagle had flown into a pile, knocking out a skate

The world around us in that moment trembled and heaved

With a mighty slide, things fell out of control and I had to leave

I had heard a disturbing cry followed by the cracking of bones

The implication disrupting the soul that anyone owns

I had sought out help rather frantically

Far too frail to be able to lift it all delicately

Once more I had woken up in my darkened abode

And realized that this dream is what my previous disorientation forebode

I stared off into the ceaseless void that seized me with ruth

And came to one depressing truth

Sometimes you are the eagle, sometimes you are the elephant

One that's reckless and becomes their own detriment

The other keeps to hiding in it's own hesitant

Spelling out nothing but tragedy in an instant