[into The Eyes, Of Broken Cries...] Poem by Empath In flames

I close my eyes,
and dream of you.
I warp myself into…

Materialistically woven dreams,
I sub see from reality.
bereaved in false sanctity,
heaved into calamity
and freed from anxiety.

repetition is running through….

A distance I foreseen in shadows,
in aluminous shades…
of irrupted silence,
nor guidance is going find us.
in mind is,
this soul that will
try to find a way to bind us.

this guidance,
from this silence
or near lack there was…

was looking at us…
we were looking at you….

we stare into the eyes…

the lies of broken cries…

gazed deep within it’s wanted demise….

The size,
of the black tainted cries…

And lies, ….
these callus lies…

The size,
broken cries.….
all in spite for want,
of what once loaned love.

Don’t hate us,
because we’re free….

And don’t fear us,
that’s the stress filled key…

we are free…
this is what you see…
not this key…
stressed filled key…

~Once we were like you…
Have a heart….
be free…~

~Empath~