The tears in my eyes,
they sting
like black smoke from a burning fire.
It's intoxicating.
Dangerously beautiful
drawing you in
breathe it in
until your lungs are black as coal.
I'm choking on your smoke.
What an amazing feat!
My soul is crushed in the atmosphere.
When will it stop?
When I'm dead?
Or shall it stop before?
I'm so abstract.
Have I lost myself?
Or am I just seeing myself
for who I truly am
for the first time?
Stalling, stalling my falling.
Sincerity melts with the flames,
revealing the true face of evil.
I know it can never be the same.
Excuse me while I vent
don't try to understand
I know you never can
because I will never tell you.
(But why?)
Excuse me,
while I possibly lose my mind
a clear headspace I need to find
and that's where my savior jumps in.
My creativity
where music is my life support,
art is my blood
and literature is my brain.
There to keep me possibly sane.