Downhearted I sit, listening to music that once moved me, that once brought in the tides of emotion. How, lost, I have allowed myself to become - Once filled with a glowing heart and dreaming mind. Barren, dulled to my own dreams, pounding Subjected to their torments Bashing against the boned walls, desperate to break free, Pleading to swim upon the deep green sea. A tangled creature, complacent in the shallow breath of fate. What have I become. What have I suffocated in my fight, to be a warrior, to be strength, to be might. You brush words across my shallow sight. Do you not see my dimmed eyes, my spirit locked beneath the dirty minds of acceptance. Do you not taste my void. A vine strangling the body of nurture, Scandent, wrapping to a warmth it is unable to produce. Rehearsed words, regurgitated to fit the frame you keep in place I can build an empire, too. With blood, sweat, and tears you will never know fell for you. I can dance upon the graves of my happiness and plead to the Devils succulent promise. I am no longer the innocently cruel being you hold dear; I am rage, I am war, I am love broken into the constellations. The constellations that shine even when your bright light rises. My shadow remaining deep within your questions. I sit, listening to music that once moved me That once brought in the tides. How? Lost, I have allowed myself to become - Once filled with a glowing heart and dreaming mind...