An empty soul

An empty soul

I have seen insane and I have found the route back to sanity;

The only thing that could ever hold me down,

Was my own apathy and gravity.

But as I rise above, as I rise once more,

I see my future in my own hands as I am every possibility.

I can have it all.

I can move the stars when I have a guide to lead me;

I can change a heart in the middle of a scream.

I can intake a thought and show it to you like a movie,

Because I have found my higher purpose;

I have awoken from the dream.

I am Neo and Peter Pan; a monster mind aplenty.

I have seen the ghosts of love walking throughout every cemetery.

I have cast out my demons into the books I have written

And all my intentions are turning into actions; it is elementary.

Fix a thought on a diamond and you will see through eagle eyes,

That the wisp of me that roams at night can no longer be despised;

For I am simply a mortal in disguise, hidden away inside a locket.

I am a warrior mind on the inside, but all you see of me is my shadow.

All you can do is view me with scorn

And every feeling I have you will mock it.

That image of me you have is but a figment of your minds creation;

As you stumble through life intoxicated,

Your soul is permanently on vacation.

I live here in the surreal world observing you and all you do

And I am secure inside my own station.

Consider a change as my words begin to fade from all memory;

Your yesterday is still today, your tomorrow to you is unseen

And unknown, but I am all seeing, so I am alone.

I am so happy in misery,

Because who would want you to tell them how to live?

I am my own nightmare.  I am haunted by my twist of fate,

But at the end of this life, my ideas will remain.

Peace, love and empathy is a simple wish,

But it will be all I have left, in the end, to give.

When I have stolen a heart and I am a Prince among thieves;

I will be watching, waiting and writing your future inside the tea leaves.

I have foretold you and I have already predicted your future;

I have said it, I have read it; I am your messenger.

The voice of reason in a place without lines;

The tired and the heart broken have been forsaken by time.

We are without a destiny,

Because we never created it in the first place.

In the end all we are is empty of ideals,

Ideas and a way to find our own way.

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