Lustful Vortex

In the eyes of darkness... 
A calm sets in...
Blurring the lines...
Defining the needs...
Chasing endless dreams...
To fill the means...
Scared of the fate...
We jump to dissipate...
All the things we loath and hate...
Driven by our detriment...
Lost in wide open spaces...
Seemingly confining and adamantly deceiving...
All things out of reach...
By a simple breach...
Moments sway....
As we grasp for the day...
Reminders in haste...
All by simple grace...
We never seek beyond the trace...
Drawn into the cyclone...
By this attribute we call emotion. 

A Fight To The End

We all struggle with a demon
The reality of yours is mine
Battling the confines of the concubine
Intimacy so delicate
Filament remains slightly decayed
As a red washes over
When will this all be over
Because I've known love
Because I've perceived love
Because I've never held love
In the richest and purest form
The quest is always fabricated
To the end from the beginning
No middle ground in sight
I never give up without a fight

In the End

Always chasing a dream
Each corner being a rouse
Searching for my muse
As time passes
The truth collapses
My heart breaks
Pieces begin to crumble
Out of reach
I feel the beach
Full of rising sand
I'm no longer of this land
But still, I am