Sleep on my thoughts.
Awake with the acknowledgement of the divinity in your being
Finite souls with infinite abilities that not even the Gods have seen
Reality is merely a pixalised portrayal of our minds
A place our thoughts are scattered,left for demons to find
If we dare place our presumptuous hearts in the hands of the damned
Does our faith become a product of childish hope?
Are our lives abstract next to the future that we hold?
Do we build on insanity highlighted so bold?
Do we trust the touch of the love we hold close?
Or dare we relinquish the muse that let's our hearts unfold...