and another...

The path is still unclear...
Ahhh, taking a breath when I would rather succumb to the nothingness that I think that I am…
Hearing the sound of the voices that tell me that I have done great and mighty things…
Circumventing the reality that threatened to vanish from my fingertips.
The battle was much easier when I knew what I was fighting for…
Living inside the hiccup of awesome is tiresome and menial.
Climbing higher to illustrate the beauty of magical kisses…all around me…all around me.
Nativity was my shield….now the knowing overtakes my senses as I try to breath my tortured breath outside of my trembling body.
Clarity is the storm of discomfort, as I try to stand on my righteous legs once again…
Blowing kisses to those around me exhausts me when I sleep…
Turning to the masses engulfs my senses…
I row out as He did…
I become myself as I tear the scars from my soul.
Living inside the dream…is not any better then living inside the scream…
Knowing the outcomes frightens me beyond measure…
Words of wonderment scatter as I try to become the moment in an instant.
Ripping the grip of failure from my shaking form overcomes my rasping breath…
I screamed into the night once …don’t you see what I’m doing?
Mimicry is the sound of rebirthing and is now the response to my tears…
Remember…remember…surrounds my hateful stare into nothing…
My scars quickly redouble as I busied myself with me….
Swallowing air as I try to find some fear to provoke me.