I'm speaking in hand with reality, but you've no interest..
When your less than humane, you don't feel the breeze..
Or the heat kissing your back, you don't hear me calling..
Your name, as the wind carries it and settles in your ears..
Each corner in life, you cut, you didn't care if it was a turn..
For the worst, when you cried your tears weren't subtle..
They were just hot magma beads, symbolizing the fury..
The fury you conceal in your intentions, rage courses..
Through your veins, your sighs morph into frantic winds..
Which blow me away; but I can't help but love you..
Even at this moment, this shadow which hugs your head..
I love it, because I love you at in your darkest hours..
Your malicy, will evolve to glee, your evil side will..
Upgrade to love, and your love will learn to love the..
Ones that love you, and in turn a cycle will form trust..
So as of now; those magma tears lump to make a lava trail..
Leading past which once were eerie willows, to palm trees..
To a haven soaked in the once existant full moon, with the sun..
Following a white orb on the road to your heart I can see doves..
Were once crows, who scavenged for the ones you condemned..
But deep inside this haven, lies the treasure I crave for..
The heart of gold I knew you had, which in your darkest hour..
Was a fragment of charcoal..
