Ensnared in your lasso My beloved Dazed by the toxicity You exude The glorious mystique That which you possessed Faded eons ago Yet I am still Binded and blinded By the calamitous Hurricane That is you
Nights we sit Your breath On my shoulder Mumbling lies and filth Feeding the disturbance With crazed notions Altering me
Skewed self-perception Bleeding hope
Futile attempts To evade our Ruinous union To find myself Restrained tighter In the grip of your clawsΒ Β
Summer times you stole Memories ought To have been created Laughter never felt
Death caught my scent But I will depart another day Standing on the edge Of a tight rope On borrowed courage I won't be yours forever.
A Mental illness takes on a life of it's own to the point where it feels like it's an actual person who owns you.