The tragedy is there's a prison in my mind all the thoughts that lurk there are ones I wish were never mine they etch into my heart the scars I wear so bright
They whisper wicked stories of things that never happened or maybe things that did things that shouldn't create ripples in the current in my life but here I lay in bed stuck awake at night eyes cutting blankly through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
stray thoughts born from the blue become daisies when the sun shines through; a dark age unravelling the Elysian fields from existential glooms come ethereal yields..
**** the blood off my teeth i let myself get this weak slithered through the gapes bit down as soon as it was safe waited till i was comfortable at my most vulnerable you knew i wouldn't survive but if it makes you feel alive there is nothing you wouldn't do