Rise Above

Gasoline to your fire

Sweetness to your rage

Fighter to your give up

Color to your leaf

The rock to your chaos

Safety to your screams

Red to your blue

My courage, to muster yours up

The damn to your infinity, set you free.

The tickle to your pineal, the tongue on the inside of your skull, that’s how deep. Dragging across gathering, seizing, formless thoughts to decipher alone? Hollowed of most of what I used to be, trying to find me…remembering to breathe.

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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