Time set in the darkness Never moves but only fades Dreams that scare me Because of their truthful reality Sets of pendulums swing across The road we all know of As life. It slices the every fiber Of beings we are Testing and waiting Waiting for a victim who Can not take this tale anymore Or for someone to make a Stupid mistake… suicide. It was and never will be Just this dream of you Will make me shoot up Sweating and tearing Rabidly increasing the liquid salt And ingredient in salt This is what’s known of as pain. A sort of self sacrifice Pain is a self sacrifice The touch of it is hotter Than the sun it self And colder than ice Ice from anywhere this Planet will ever know But if you can tap the glass And figure out how to heat the ice And cool the fire there is A loop in hope, understanding Learn to get this and you are Set for the world. But people are people and Some never grow old But the glimpse of things are extreme And there are those who will Never understand or learn from their mistakes They’ll never correct their mistakes And they will mature when its too late I sorrow for them. I mourn to their future selves Never knowing what is too much Too little and never walking alone. Just lifted to the highest point never allowed to be dropped That is not the way to do things They must be let loose so they can think Bloom for themselves How can a flower bloom if it is in a box with no air? It dies like the sun when the moon raises Temper the tides into this. This is my way of thinking.