What Do I Want To Do Before I Die?

Nothing poetic.
Find a good reason, or perhaps two good reasons to have lived.
Find something to love and truly put it before myself.
Build a house to love it in.
Build a temple to cherish love in.
Then burn it all to the ground; all, but love.
But nothing poetic.

The Abandon Highway

I lay as dead as the abandon highway
Knowing one day I'll be a man
With dreams as pious as God Himself
When they come true I'll be perfect then,
And I thought of heaven as she lay beside me
With each breath taken together-
Under the curved moon,
Drunk beneath the infinite sky,
Because we are fools to lay here
Because God won't despair
I started looking at our breath
Evaporate into the air
Thoughts of nothing lasts a whole night,
Not fear, or comfort, or the love we cannot find,
When I wake tomorrow, I won't be yours
And you will no longer be mine
END

Do Not Lie To Me

Do not lie to me,
a hand is a hand
no matter who holds it.
We are as they see us,
in their dark and twisted minds;
we are not as the almighty light
shows us to be.
For now, this world is the only that matters,
and I think you would agree.

If you only spent a day in my head
you would be as I am,
a subtle curl of a smile,
cherishing the world's ignorance.