Spawning Distance 




Wordless worlds lie dark and cold
As 'someday' tales I've put on hold
These treasure troves of what could be
Are buried deep inside of me

I've heard them echo sorrow's call
Through spiraled fate as to enthrall
A few have time yet lack a place
But most are dreams of faltered grace

The ones which beat a tragic heart
I fear my mind would tear apart
So those I rarely glance upon
Since evil knows the things I'll spawn

Some charmed to life though never planned
As songs of heart to play my hand
With scores of music seeking sheets
Then danced in verse as rhyming beats

My endless tears and broken smiles
Could sate a land with hopeless miles
And notions which refused to fly
I've blushed with crimson marks as shy 

And some concepts I cannot catch
My mind is fueled yet blows the match 
But I'll brave through this mindless dare 
As silent thoughts caught unaware