it seems like once again you've come to greet me with goodbye.

old.

the chair kicked from under me..

like a mixed martial arts sweep of another..

the hole in my heart now filled with the pain of the simple mortality of a human soul..

and the never ending soothing feeling of not feeling any pain..

who needs oxygen if they don’t have you in their lives..

the tips of my fingers numbed with a lack of passion..

while their faces are numbed with a lack of compassion..

a compassion for a burning and yearning heart and soul..

a fire inside me like a thousand burning choals..

a burning of a forest when the fires are unstoppable..

and all the wind does is make the fire spread througout the entire being..

an entire soul..

like waves crashing onto a wall and breaking it free..

i want to be the waves..

i want to break free..

but all i am is a dead soul waltzing with trees..