It's 2am and here I sit.
From my fingers the colors drip.
Sleep was peaceful,
I easily fell.
The nightmares last forever,
Inescapable hell.
When I finally arise
To feel the tears pour from my eyes,
There's no way to make it right.
So I stay up all night.
Whether it's poems, painting, coloring;
It's the only way to set me free.
For the demons I cannot face,
The love they need I cannot replace.
I try to create beauty
To replace joy stolen from me.
But the pain doesn't ever slow
So deeper into madness I must go.
Words find the colors, the pencils too,
Trying to find my pretty pieces to display them to **you.