My soul is igniting
Yet I won’t heed its call
It urges me to move forward, make changes
But, I won’t listen at all

Down into the pit of my stomach, I bury the message
Too scared to do what’s right
Creep in cold shadows, warmth of darkness to envelope me in misdeeds
Abstract dreams roaring subconsciously
Deciphering delusional hidden meanings

I walk with the pride of a fallen warrior
Defeated by my own behest
Guilt and fear has become my kingdom, forming my best thoughts

There is no fire in my rhythm
No song that is written for me
No soundtrack to my life
I am the one I have come to despise

No, I cannot listen to my soul, whom I have failed to recognize nor understand
I rock the cradle to my tears, gathering each drop for nourishment
Waiting to grow old, so like the petals on a dying flower
I drop to the ground, wilting under the judgmental sun