Weapon

Wake up to stars in the sky

Watch light revolve with your mind

Watch all the storms rising
 

Put all your palms in the sky

No more falling to pressure

No more failing acceptance

Throw all your hells towards the heavens because......

Your voice is a weapon

Bastille.

They aren't just a band to me. It's their music. It filled my ears when I needed it most. It made love to my mind and let my imagination soar like never before.

This music made me realize who I am. It had me take a step back and examine my life.

This is the last page of this book. Even though I worry far too much about what others think of me, I decided to write and share this for a reason:

You.

This was very personal...but then I realized there are so many other people out there who are exactly like me.

These are the people who have lost love, are in love, are aching for  someone to listen to their words, learning to embrace their flaws and have known oblivion..

They are the ones who are under the weight of living, trying not to seethe with anger.

They are going through something traumatic and are desperately trying to fly from it, while dreaming up incredible masterpieces in their minds all at the same time.

They have a love/hate relationship with home, but will always love their blood line.

They are the poets who relish in a good haunt from the past, present or future.

These are people who hate being alone, draw themselves away but find out the silence they are sitting in by themselves is agonizing yet beautiful.

Maybe there's bad blood because of lack of true love...or maybe they can't stand the streets they walk on. Perhaps the bad news is taking a toll on them.

We are all torn apart at some point in our lives.

Lastly, We are all human.

Choose your voice and etch that on your soul
Make them heard when crowds drown out your cold
Leave behind your questions, silent thoughts, and mentions

Wake up to stars in the sky
Watch light revolve with your mind
Watch all the storms rising
And put all your palms in the sky
No more falling to pressure
No more failing acceptance
Throw all your hells towards the heavens
Cuz your voice is a weapon

Wake up to stars in the sky
Watch light revolve with your mind
Watch all the storms rising
And put all your palms in the sky
No more falling to pressure
No more failing acceptance
Throw all your hells towards the heavens
Cuz your voice is a weapon

Nothing’s quite as it seems
Society’s all a disease
Kill all your fear in your sleep
 because everything is formed in a dream
 

Breathe in insanity’s grip
     Words from insanity’s lips
          Falling from sanity’s

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       Watching your vanity slip

If anything, I hope the one thing you got from this, is the realization that you are the driver of your life.

Whether you are being cut down with knives, or on the verge of breaking into little pieces from sheer happiness, remember this:

Your voice is a weapon
So do with it what you can

 This is the rhythm of your life.