Abyssal Sunshine Not all who wander this earth is lost. The path is designed by desires of the soul We walk around, seeking answers that we can only question Temptation hanging in the sky, awaiting its beholder Forbidden things all that we crave Its allure so commanding, how can one hold back? But there are always those few, who could only dream, For that one fruitful yearning would fall upon them Those same few, Instead of grasping for the unattainable Are engulfed by loneliness and suffocated by their own aura I myself am one of those few Wishing all would be alright, but a guarantee is never feasible Wont there be a light to guide me Cant someone give me hope, and tell me All will be true Faith in myself is most difficult So what do I do, when even words from others, will never ring true I am my own destruction. Forbidden Things Forbidden things, Love must be one of such Simplicity that some make of such a tempting ideal An ecstasy and a disaster, all a bundle of its own. Easy comes and easy goes for some , Especially those who take love for granted. I however Am alone in this cold, cold world At least for the time being Waiting to be held by the warmth of such love Disaster awaiting, so oblivious to all. Security in the arms of love Happiness in its warmth Lust for the beating heart of he For I hold love on the highest pedestal My desire, my temptation, is true love It has not come easy for me, nor have I expected it too But my impatience has got the best of me Falling into the abyssal sadness Due to my inexperience of a joyous love Sadness cut deep in me. Pain so unbearable, then ever imaginable The repetitive thought of loneliness a self inflicted pain I fall to my knees and tear, for what feels like eternity Am I, the designer, a lost soul? For I can only blame myself, this path I walk is a maze of uncertainty Love is scarce, and unseen, I walk along this path I designed in fear of my own shadow. What seems to be the most illicit is the love I deny myself. | 
