Self Comfort

turn the pages, pass the time
the words all blend in perfect rhyme
the lines all jumbled juxtaposed
emotions bleeding into prose
my fingers fly and beauty is produced.

I can't create what i don't know
yet still i write about it so
yet still i strive to find my place
among the gods, among your face
and all i do could still just be for naught...

Electric relays head to fingers
Type it out, don't let it linger
Free the words and free the bonds
Bottled up it only haunts
how many lines have already gone unwritten?

Set my heart upon this shelf
And write myself out of this Hell
The Angels waiting to recieve
Exactly what i know I need
But demons try to overtake my soul.

I know exactly what i want
To type my feelings in large font
yet to myself all things must stay
that day is still a ways away
and until then i'll write down my frustrations

It won't be easy, not at all
Yet these words will cushion every fall
My heart will drive me to the edge
My thoughts will cling fast to the ledge
And i know through it all i'll be ok.