• Memories dont live like people do,

    They always remember you

    Thoughts cut circulation, My Face Turns blue

    This crystal clear eden view,

    Its too good for you

    They say " Hey Fool...

    Shes Out of Your Grasp "

    Decending From the Skys reach clutched by grass

    Im grounded, Eternaly Earthen

    Mental Birthing; giveing concept to the rhyme

    On Depth I could live life to death

    And still Be holding my breath With you on my mind

    The nausia Of Cascading from such a hight

    Is the aiding of shade to night

    Deep and dark

    I Reap the Spark of love with eden

    Hitting the Ground, knowing goodbye

    if only to fly

    It would be Mirth Eden & I

    Like Earth,Ocean, And sky.