The heart falls apart like a brittle rose, more painful than the blood spilled from walking on shattered glass. It’s a half moon on the darkest night, My company lies in the shadows of the sinister corners of an empty room. Any minute now nothing will jump out at me and swallow me. Is this a black hole? This road is blacker than the veil of the dead. The walls are of thorns on a narrow path to some where called no where. Have wicked expectations led me here?Have I played the fool in an evil circus? Maybe this is the garden I planted and now not even the seas would have me. I feel like a drought inside, will spring return in time to fill me up or will only acid fall? How empty can one begin to feel? A lie is sweeter and more forgiving than this abyss. Its fall and all the leaves are dieing, winter is upon me and the cold will feel like a revenge. I will not break. I will not bend. I will swim against the tides push against the storm. I will put the pieces together, the picture will be clear And I shall frame it in gold.Learn is all I have, the tempest always passes. The love in me will be me light out of the murky tunnel of nothing. My will is all I have, iron can’t compare And like a broken rose my heart shall bloom once more. This is the destiny I have painted for myself. For strength comes from within not from the outside doings. I am right now, there for I shall be until my body fades on me. I will breath every moment I can I am still here - by Mike a.K.a EvolutionThe Morning afterSoon it will all seem like a dream. No path is ever clear. Tomorrow is always a surprise. Maybe, I don’t want to wake up. The morning after is too lonely.If I could break through the sky things could be different. I cannot reach that high. I cannot change the color of the night. I can only pick a road. I can only hold on or let go. Maybe I don’t want to see the next day. The morning after is to empty.No such thing as rewind your life. I cannot even fast forward to skip the unpleasant. No matter what something good has to come along. I can only hope if it’s not here today, that soon can make it quick. I speak of meeting each day without love. Maybe I don’t want to know the morning after will come without it. Since the evening after will come just the same.All I can say is, “Each day I try, Each day I believe, something good shall come my way.†I will be ready. I promise not to let go. If the morning after you will be there, if the evening after you will be there and if….well if forever could only exist. This is to my destiny, where ever you may be I am waiting, please don’t be to long!In the mean time I promise to stay true to me and pure for you. The morning after, the evening after I will see the world and enjoy what it gives, Till our paths meet I will always wonder what you look like, who you are And what your name is.The morning after, I feel this way…. because the night before loneliness hurt so bad……By Mike a.K.a Evolution