watering the sky

I can hear the burning memories through the window

all the days pacing through your heart

when they start to step outside to realize

the sun starts to amplify

when the wind starts to damage the illumination

all the pressure building in your wings

All this desire pushing you higher

When the sky was blue and our dreams were high

a crack in the introspection

when dreams perspire in the distant without contrast

when memories walk through an echoing sky breaking a million mirrors

digging for lost damage in their lenses

breaking buildings behind their mind

create the forecast of comprehension to silence the pain

they fly across the painted ocean with flashlights in their hands

ride through the spinning Ferris wheels without emotional restrictions

breaking all the filters to grow across a dream

fishing through the silver skies

don’t capsize this ability

words won’t come out from their mouth

mirrors bending in the rain

when we can’t control this world on our own

burning the past away

“conquering every dream under escaping collapse”

trapped beyond recognized collapsing rain

the stillness of encryption written in lost magazines

damaged colors in the rain scream from the illuminated screens in your eyes

saving souls with medicated half-lives against written frequencies

withstand the silence when people fall through processed skies

the turmoil burning through your face breaks a million faults of image

a charade of instinct breaking aging keys to heaven

whispers burning against amplified skin

a sense of distracted damage on the streets of ultraviolet streets without a collapsed mirror reflection

break through unheard risks of observed protested manipulations

kneeling against saving angels falling from broken photographs

conversations controlled by television screens

withdrawing from a trauma digging under chloroformed visions captured by a telescopic hue

a lost impact behind the aged paradise

windows that control the future of mankind

cars falling from tomorrow to withstand your beauty

unlocking possibilities without a hue we can understand

a gift they clench from the sky to keep away strangers from the future

to crash a discipled ghost lost in their minds

angels unheard under a hidden eye they watch from stormy eloquences

stumbling colors that find their way across lakes written behind comprehension

reflections unstable to detailed paintings in your eyes… can’t catch the spinning mirrors of time

cathedral walls design a future burning from a lost liberty

voices that crack against controlled relapses aging escape

destroying futility with thoughts from recreated skies

victims conquer amnesty written against absolved paper shaded through value without definition

comprehending times of instability conquering every dream come true

Running through aged film

a checkmate broken alive

fight for the time

when we face the vessels

capsize a feeling of deterioration

my only time left alive

take the direction

when we take a stance

paralyze this true vision

blindness in ability

a concept detained

scraping the pieces lost from your memory

an aching cutting clean

face regression past instability

thread my sickness like Christmas trees

each light flashes inside your snowstorm

lodged in memory

ingest to face but burn away

determination lost in observation

a checkmate broken alive

blood that doesn’t heal

sweat that doesn’t reflect the damage left in your eyes

memories wish me away

roll down the boulevards

patterns ring with every measure

painting disciples

lost on canvas screens

trace against the rest

march into their wounds

protection cuts me deep

dreams sewn shut

cut off the guard buried from reach

faces we can’t memorize

abilities yet to break into film

every character finds their role

the weight of the arrow

illuminated with every mistake

days absolved

years burned alive

a forecast where we can’t numb time

faces left without an apology