Scripts

I've been directing lots of movies in my head

Movies with scripts that didnt need me lifting my pen

Toggle between if my prayers are left on read

Or if my prayers were discarded for being indirect.

I have been try to understand things i am supposed to do

But i can hardly pray so writing is the only way i can speak to you

Some words are too heavy for my lips, i have a knot on my chords

Things that my heart desires but my soul can't afford.

I know there is a warrior trapped, dormant, inside of me

I don't know what room he's at, I lost the keys

If I break down all my doors in search of him

I would have to face the things I locked away, things i left unhealed

Sitting amongst the stars but some how they are out of reach

Platelets are kind of low, so for now I am okay with just a stitch

My actions might be shallow but my thoughts are really deep

Else I wouldn't be drowning in them everytime I close my eye to sleep

People run from monsters, I take mine in bulk from a can

Sporadic thoughts collide, I am about to bury my head into the sands

Like a Ostritch, I feel I have wings but cursed to run around

Mostly running away from lust and his present of gifted hands

I don't what direction this is going, if I have to be just plain

I just know I feel lighter when i wash it all in the rain

Spending more time what went wrong and soak my thoughts in laments

If I am honest still, I need to touch the helm of his garment