Creative Writing Unspoken mind

Sleeping for time on hollowed ground,
my voice is long gone as my mind lays on rest.
Breaking these chains that hold my veins,
my mind goes black while the other goes blank.

Standing in slience as I fly the skys,
my movements go unheard, my feelings unearned.
Listening to my heart as it goes untold,
seen alone for all riches untold.

I lit my fate on the fourth hour,
riding the flames will other men tower.
Speaking these words spoken out of mind,
salvation in nothing for the unspoken mind.

 

Intresting. I like it kiddo. =)

 

Lance, your writing eludes your age. Which means I do like it.