The lies in the sky that seem to cloud the mind, that take over one\'s thoughts and make them unravel an unwind.
They travel through the process of thinking, kind of like the clouds that travel through the sky without sinking.
As the mind turns to pain from the lies it consumes, day turns to night and the next day resumes.
Like the thunder that quakes in a sky filled with rain, unfold the stories an secrets one keeps in the brain.
And just like the sky when its filled with those little burning gas stars, the heads also burning in a hell of dark secrets that have just gone to far.
At time\'s it all spills out and you wonder who knows, almost like the rainbows of the sky as you wonder where it goes.
Like the burning bright sun that shines the sky with its light, you try to stop all this thinking cause with your thoughts you just fight.
You hope that nobody knows the pain in your thoughts, as you look to the moon and you wonder how it was caught.
It looks like its stuck in that big dark black sky, as your thoughts turn to questions and your left asking why.
By Celina Powell