As I walk the broken path filled with blood stains everywhere, what is it that I see?
The darkness clouds my judgement
Is it a demon, an angel?
The silence pierces my ears
What seems to be horns and red eyes falls into my peripheral
I am not alone out here
It feels as if someone is following me
On this night something will go wrong
The moon can only save me now

Fresh Guatemalan coffee roasting,
the aroma sedating everyone in the café,
calmness ensues

Jovial conversations filled with sincere appreciation for the company they have
each corner of this café vibrating with positive energy
I’m watching and hearing all of this from the back of the room
my corner has a small table,
two seats and I occupy one
the empty spot mocking me

All the noise and life in this room has no effect on me
I wear my smile and drink my liquid sedative
in the middle of all this beautiful chaos I find myself detached

my reality skewed and fixated on a negative perception of my young life
the stress has convoluted my heart strings

even with happiness in the air smothering me it fails to make me feel alive
regardless of all the people in this room I feel isolated
it’s as if I bought a first class ticket into the oblivion
the cold, deserted, barren wasteland that is my mind

We go through life with memories to account for the things we have experienced
Sometimes we don’t realize that could easily be taken away

one day you start to question who you are,
confusion takes over your mind like a shroud of dark mist,
making it harder to remember what happened yesterday

Things get worse,
you forget who your loved ones are,
you forget who you are,
panic sets in as you struggle to find out why this is happening
before you can realize what is causing you such internal torment, your mind is wiped clean

These people taking care of you look like strangers,
In their eyes pain can be seen
They love you with all their heart

Who are you? Do I know you? Why are you here?
These words can break your family’s heart,
you say them anyways because you don’t know why these strangers are helping you everyday
these strangers are telling you they’re your daughter, son, and nephew
You don’t want to see them cry

Who am I?

Down this white hallway people lost their lives, others were born
White coats rushing back and forth,
Doctors yelling instructions,
An odd, but beautiful symphony

You reach the end of the hallway and turn around,
no one realizes you are standing there,
you call for their attention, but no one hears you
you start to scream, still no response from anyone around you
nurses, doctors, patients, visitors, they all don’t bat an eye
why is it that no one can hear you?

As you look to your left into one of the patient bedrooms,
what is lying there on the bed in front of you brings you to your knees
It is you on that bed, eyes closed
Doctors swarming around your body with a defibrillator,
Trying to save you
No pulse

This dungeon is where all hope goes to die
The walls are all white, but to me I see the color black
The nurses want nothing to do with me
My loud and erratic behavior scares them

The aura this place gives off is dark
The walls are covered in scratch marks from previous victims,
victims of their own demise

I was told not to give into my wild urges,
Every waking hour these whispers in my ear were trying to make me insane,
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop them,
I went to fight for a greater cause, a soldier from the strongest army in the world

What I didn’t know is that the war would scramble up my mind,
I can’t control my outbursts, my mind is detached
This dark, secluded space gives me time to fight my inner demons
No one else can hurt me here but myself

These voices in my head listen to a higher power,
This power is unholy, I can feel the evil
I am American, I am proud
I will overcome