(don't Have A Tittle) The wind howls at night No one around just myself All alone again

Little Things Mysteries fill this earth Evil & good Terrifying or scarce Each unraveling has a consequence Choosing between #life or death No one knows what happens beyond the living People who have tried die Leaving people's hearts as they depart Tears stream becoming a river But within those tears #life can be created Tears can be a releasement of despair Or tears can be warm stinging torture waiting to happen "Help! Help!" Is all the people cry Wanting peace of mind and in #life The birth of greed is born Who can tell what's right or wrong? Wars start over childish pride to answer Militaries are the foundation Death is obviously the answer to #life Governments are unwinding camps with no useful parts The loved ones die over thinking what you or society thought was right Tell me the answers to your mysteries with that I will gladly die

Time and space has gone out through the window For only this time when I am asleep Dreaming of things to recover of the day Writing in my head a diary Which I lock and retain Loosing sight of now As I remember when I close my eyes Tearing from the inside Reviewing the unforgettable Events that occur that I can not loose in my head That my eyes record with sensory Taking in with every movement In silence now, Covered in darkness as I slumber Not remembering more than a grain As I will awake the next morning Hours feel like minutes floating by Wishing to grasp the seconds that fly past by Seeing the outside world When you are vulnerable Not knowing the future Being careful with every touch Reflecting During these hours Thinking more than the day The window is slowly opening Caring a breeze of reality Where I was last awake Meeting again The place that I had just left Time and space is in my vision Starting a new day Once more Da ja vue appears within every sun rise Taking in the breeze Today and onward