~To awake mystically to the rays of the daily morning suns, br My nightly dreams surface brightly yet my soul reacts to none. br For in the mist of a seemingly colorful altitude of laughter and gladness, br lies a hidden elusive cloud of dark rain and complete sadness. br To look deep within my eyes one might gain and see the shadow of my pain, br Yet the language spoken by the darkness of my soul, not one could ever sustain.To Fly freely with that warmth of happiness tis what my heart treads and truly desires, For it saddens and weakens slowly from the heartaches that have acquired. The reflection of the pain I feel now leaves in my soul a bitter taste, and yet I acknowledge that the consumption of the sadness I partake is just one pitiful waste. One doesn't gain any from sadness and through my actions I sure portray, It consumes like a plethora of diseases that eventually subsides and vanishes astray~.....