Misunderstood

Can’t consign the feeling nor the mood gone astray in the mind, whispers of blood from the trinity, life in the blood in the heart of the beast, tears in the flood Leafs from the sequoia tree, lips like height the clouds still murky, lights in the depth tragedy of life is not death, follow the heart don’t let it die while you still breath stop, breathe, cry if you must- there’s always a choice to give birth to a dancing star in the soul- only chaos for my restless soul, who won’t come to dinner and her face with tears and blood from the eyeliner.