flowers wilt in the moonlight too embarressed to look back longing for salvation amongst the damned energy surrounds this one passion flowing from the lips trust not in what is known but what is felt follow the path of enlightenment and watch as all that is known is trampled in pieces always longing to to be free from wrongs forgiveness is bliss, but will not be recieved flowers wilt in the moonlight 'reality' i close my eyes and i am there the smoke drifts from my mouth and i am in peace, in my safe spot my min clears, and i see it all again i see everything, then the pain comes it hits me as if i just realized it for the first time i see faces, empty and shallow, but they dont see me i see them, i can feel them i try and open my eyes.... its not that easy now i feel what they feel i am in their minds, i have entered their soul i shiver because now i am cold or do i shiver because they are? i used to know, but i am as lost as they are now i am walking, but in so many shoes its as if i am wlaking everywhere but not moving at all a tear falls from my cheek awake now, and in a sweat no place is sacred and just for me anymore it has all been overwhelmed i no longer live for me i now strive for others