phantoms of a sequel...sequestered in a cell...living in the moment wishing this was hell...can't escape the anger shifting in his brains...living this walking nightmare the darkness overtakes...

venture off the beaten path life overwhelms us at given points and glance... just as the coast begins to clear wham, socked with another unsuspecting arear...

this new day dawns a holy spirit but what holds cards that you can't grasp....is it the thought that counts or the counting of thoughts aplenty....dont give up when the going gets tough...its when it get tough we learn how to truly get even..


a life...in the balance....a smile so sincere...your eyes speak a thousand words each one I want to hear....you voice gives new meaning....i grasp close to ever time...in a morning with the sky so bright we entangle our spirits just in time for what's right....

so we give each other daily....what we dream and wish for the most....don't say it's never tempting just say it's overload...

in the hustle and bustle of a freeway that transposed into our mind...we cannot merge fast enough to engulf the whole facade... but wish and a prayer is what most cling to only hoping for a stair for in the eyes of the beloved its all about the way that we pulse...
© silentOne