Ballad

The cold lounge of my tired heart rests in a cage where birds live. To suffer the eruption of my mind, I have swollen my past. Tender, and starving, my past has become nothing more than a numb-pulsating tumor. It's just something to feel inside of me. Like a hollow man built to be free, I have found myself imprisoned. No faith to walk in, just a shadow to my path. "Sacred" are the heart(s) on my hands, but "I bleed only what you see". The necessities of her rigid dress leave me begging in front of the "giving tree" once again. A shadow (nothing more than an endless shade) is the fear that has been following me ever since. But I shall confront the fear, like the teachings from my Teacher. Fear is the prison of an already freed man. The harsh example of death; knowing you have finished but not fulfilled. Continuously leaves a man, turn to a ghost, turn from giving to want, turn to dust. The moment I realized I was lost, empty and naked was when faith shined like a light on this empty ocean. Diamonds reflecting to my eyes, I began to walk on water. Rich in love, I have loved myself, nothing else mattered. No, not vain, just appreciative to be in a place where angels couldn't be. Soon though, not long, my stories will be revealed as I tell them to all the children in heaven. The life I live, was something much more to give. The Empire in ME; heaven built inside of me. Everything I was searching for, was planted in my heart. I destroyed myself, so I could bloom. I have loved.