A dungeon.
Typically seen as four solid concrete walls.
Chains and a cold floor.
A tiny barred window with no sun.
A bolted shut door.
But what if this dungeon is your mind?
The past haunting every inch, refusing to be left behind.
The world that you see is sunny and full of life.
But behind these eyes is a blackness so bright.
A blackness that ***** the sun into eternal depths.
Rose petals can never be kept.
And the cloudy skies somehow never rain.
And your heart can never feel the same.
The voices of encouragement...
They turn into sneers.
The feeling of hope transforms into hot spilling tears.
And as they slide right down your messy face.
You lay on the floor; such a disgrace.
Everyone is pointing fingers; look at her now.
"I knew you would fail"
I can hear that sound.
But somewhere in this blackness is the sun I swallowed up inside.
Some sort of redemption, I hope to find.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
A dungeon.
Typically seen as four solid concrete walls.
Chains and a cold floor.
A tiny barred window with no sun.
A bolted shut door.
But what if this dungeon is your mind?
The past haunting every inch, refusing to be left behind.
The world that you see is sunny and full of life.
But behind these eyes is a blackness so bright.
A blackness that ***** the sun into eternal depths.
Rose petals can never be kept.
And the cloudy skies somehow never rain.
And your heart can never feel the same.
The voices of encouragement...
They turn into sneers.
The feeling of hope transforms into hot spilling tears.
And as they slide right down your messy face.
You lay on the floor; such a disgrace.
Everyone is pointing fingers; look at her now.
"I knew you would fail"
I can hear that sound.
But somewhere in this blackness is the sun I swallowed up inside.
Some sort of redemption, I hope to find.
