Cameron

Cameron Jan 2018

Away

I think they’re gone

But

I can still hear faint traces of wandering sound.

Trying to tell me different things.

I think i’m safe for now.

As far away as possible from the demons.

Each time having to face them. Telling myself I am in control.

If it wasn’t for the lights in the dark then I’d surely be lost.

A puppet of my own mind.

Thanks to them, I’ve once again made it out.

Cameron Dec 2017

Demons

I was sure that I was screaming for help.

But it turned out it was only in my head.

A head filled with noise from who knows where.

Yet I was deadly silent. With the only sounds coming out being muffled cries, as if there was somebody with their hand over my mouth.

It was just me cutting myself off with my own thoughts.

Letting loose the demons in my minds. Letting them take control for a short while.

When this will end I don’t know.

But here I am. Still screaming for help, with only myself to hear the cry.

Cameron Dec 2017

Within

The emptiness within.
The longing for something greater.

And yet the total lacking that is deeply embedded inside my mind.

Why does it have to be this way.
Is there no one who will receive.

And yet hope lies with those who don't even know they provide it.

Maybe there is a chance that something will change.
I know I have the ultimate say in the end.

Cameron Dec 2017

Sheep

The lack of color seems obvious,
But the sheep remain ignorant to it’s spreading control.

Some choose to stand,
But the majority refuse to unite.

The constant supply of waste put in the food pile, surely testament to the failure of the farmers.
But nothing changes.

The sheep remain pinned in by the dogs,
And the bland cycle continues, until the day of the slaughter.

— The End —