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Apr 2016
Its midnight…
And everyone but me is ‘sleep tight…
I wander my mind in the middle of the night…
Questioning myself…
Tryin’ to find the answer…
To why I just can’t see the light…
For the first time in my life…
I finally slept peacefully…
On that one, wandering night…
For I found the one answer…
The answer that holds on to my soul tight…
This answer was one that I feared for many years…
I pushed it to the back of my mind…
And yet I was still wondering why all the migraine headaches…
And all the pain filled tears...
Came rushing to my body’s door…
Like their only option was to somehow tear their way in…
My heart whispers to my mind…
This is the way it should be…
But then my mind asks back…
What did I do???
What did I say???
How do I deserve this???
This shouldn’t be this way!!!
My heart never replies…
And my mind finally understands…
The skeletons in my closet,
And the demons dancing in my den…
Have gone far too long…
From taking the back their revenge…
I can feel it taking over me …
All the wrath…
And all their rage…
Built up inside…
My soul as their cage…
How some people said let’s just turn the page…
And skip over the stories of other’s lives…
Just ‘cause the content they held might have given them goose bumps worse than hives…
Long story short…
I never really belonged  anywhere the light shined…
But always in the gallows…
Not in front of some perfect vase not cracked…
But behind…
We live in a day and age…
Where no one will be your head…
And no one will be your heart…
But where my heart should be..?
Is a gaping hole…
My spirit has been hollowed…
And then filled with darkness…
Shadows untold…
These dark beings…
They pour themselves into me…
And then like a liquid,
Fill my body’s mold…
Their touch is frost bitten cold…
But yet my body blazes with heat…
Generated from the strife inside their departed souls…
Everyone is born with their own curse…
And I’m not alone…
I have the shadows on my side…
And on the darkest side of the moon…
My soul resides…
So whomever did these demons wrong…
Their undoing won’t take long…
For this is the price that sinners pay….
It would always end this way…
free will is a blessing that comes with destiny as a curse
Pumpkin King
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Pumpkin King
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