To often signs of closure show or is it just insanity

The mixture of depression and confussion
makes me believe im not who i am.

Alone is colder and fragile in its own way
Thoughts could mean the end of me.

Tears are signs of weakness
and the voice are a sign of insanity.

Faith driven or simply forgiven my soul begs
for the unholy one.

Fallen from grace, from humanity,
from the petals that wilted away on that summer day.

Love for the rain and the stars shinging in the sky.

Mistaken for friends were the closest things coming to an end.

A need to talk but no where to walk the shower of light parades me.

Falling behind and a failure to rhyme a few simply steps to the end.

Love in a fools paradise

Follow me home to a place not to far
Fan the fires as you blister my heart
Escape the fate of a desprate lover
Become the sky, the sun, and a mother.

Flouresent stars in the midnight sky
Give me more then one reason why
I should not only fall but fly indeed
To a place so cold so distant and far from reach.

Aching and churning can only lead to
Yearning which causes distress,
But that’s simply the best
To deal with trauma and the fact that I’m simple a mess

A mess of what kind I haven’t figured out yet
For its not shattered nor torn nor frayed
More like dissolved and disintegrated
Into a fairytale, far far away.