pure avarice

eden's not enough for you and never will it be.
you're drowning in a slice of your neurotic disposition.
a touch of life for some would be a luxury
but still you're begging, "bring me the horizon!"
her silent silouette dances in the midnite air
swirling in the breeze as the leaves in the trees
even with her heir of pure perfection
alone she dances, only in your eyes a tease.

so where is the motivation?

but here in my mind,
holding on to sanity, the pieces form a picture
a drop of water from your cup still makes it bleed.
and her heart, it broke like glass,
each tear a shatter to the floor.
sometimes being alive can feel so dead.
blindly tearing through my mind without a
vision left unseen.
do the pieces fit,
or is this just another bad dream?

weighted words become something to hold
as yet again, gravity fails me.
what comforts? a silent scream that only i can hear.
you always try to see the line, but dear, your dream's on fire.
so take your shining wings and fly to the horizon.
and when your vain obsessions become frailty in the heat,
remember that perfection dancing slowly in the light.
take another breath as if it were a task so easy
and upon your broken wings attempt to make your flight.