Midway upon the Journey...

Glistening in the wind, I let my tears grow,
I scream to deafen the butterfly,
The eerie noise drown the pinks and whites,
I look at the dreaded walls (of my head)

I wonder if this is my haven,

I wonder if, I'm damned and dead

I pinch myself to reality….

I sprint to sanity

A far cry to my evangelist

I seek the watch tower

Which is lost to my horror?

I wonder if this is my haven,
I wonder if, I'm damned and dead,

Please shut the window,
Please shut this door,
I force myself to sight again,

To find my kingdom lost
And not a petal had moved
I wonder if this, is my haven,
I wonder if, I'm damned and dead