Back In This Prison

All hope lost. In the mind of the betrayer, all is normal. Strung across the pale blue, these clouds pink and vibrant. Abandoning all hope for the conscious mind, it’s alone. Believing the mind is stronger than the body and the soul. The sound penetrates the conscious dreams, flows apparent. Wasting the body and spirit, in pursuit of these goals. A thirsting for the relentless onslaught of that feeling. Love on the mind when peering through the whole. Wanting and yearning for more than this sky can give. Waking from the dream. This broken sky holds no magic.