Prologue

I’ve learned throughout the years

My broke down lullaby

Remembering that’s my sound

Cause that’s always around

Some say I’m clown ready to bounce and float

Well, when I was a kid, I was a joyful bubblegum flavor

The world chewed me up and spit me out

I became a wrecking ball of doubt

I grew to be dull to colors and looked forward to the pages I read

I ran in circles,

couldn’t tell who steered around track fields and football grounds

My demons and angels swam around me

The words they never leave me instead they betrayed me

My bruised hands told me there was something profound inside of me

because I was hard on my dreams and the way I say things

It took teachers, parents, even friends who some of them are ghost now

To tell me to never die out, although

It haunted me, in my daydreams, I fell apart easily

I fade away like every sunset, in every night I saved tears for the papers

I was in nightmares, regretful memories, and unstable chemistries

I taunted myself,

while my world kept bitting away emotions, my innocent vision

I’m there every waking moment,

It's killing me as I run farther away from what I used to be

It wasn’t until those legs broke into warm air

Where the land wasn’t there

I was bleeding, onto the paper, the scenes in my head

Wanting to be fearless and deprived like my heroes

Shameless for I have to say something

To the point, I wasn’t human anymore

I was a leaking colorful polaroid picture with words

From inside I was falling, seeing nothing

Only dark skies, bubbles of air screaming of wishing I had wings

Then I believed it, I felt the flame from within my eyes

Then right before I hit the pavement, the seafloor, I soared

I fought within and spin outwards my talent, my lovely lies

I shed air with belief,

I violently smiled for which I will make a blessing from what I see

What emotions are forced upon me are driven outward

I awakened, drowned, fall into the light

Just to be more, by the way of virtue, I lose control

I am not an angel nor a beautiful butterfly

I'm a moth born from the flames of agony and guts

Rising my bloody arms, my bruised face to the dark sky

I won't be trapped in my own mind

Nor overcome by emotions and panic

I am here now, creating my requiem

Ready to tell stories of the aftermaths of visions and poems of falling skies

Underneath broken fluorescent lights and insane eyes

I'm alive and now I'll tell you,

On how stars survive under the darkest nights.