I am not myself
when the moon sits in my head.
My dreams are lost on a shelf
while I am chained to my bed.
I didn't know I was sinking
when I swam to shore.
But I coughed up what I had been thinking,
and was surprised by all the gore.
I cleaned what I could
and moved to my other side.
I found another creature that stood
where I had once died.
There was lightning in their eyes.
An aura of scarlet shown through.
They spit out hateful lies
to twist my world view.
Another battle shall commence,
One that will haunt me for life.
I give my friends my recompense
for the constant sharpening of my knife.
I have been a brave soldier
for longer than I can remember.
I am done seeking the closure
that steeps my mind in burning ember.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
I am not myself
when the moon sits in my head.
My dreams are lost on a shelf
while I am chained to my bed.
I didn't know I was sinking
when I swam to shore.
But I coughed up what I had been thinking,
and was surprised by all the gore.
I cleaned what I could
and moved to my other side.
I found another creature that stood
where I had once died.
There was lightning in their eyes.
An aura of scarlet shown through.
They spit out hateful lies
to twist my world view.
Another battle shall commence,
One that will haunt me for life.
I give my friends my recompense
for the constant sharpening of my knife.
I have been a brave soldier
for longer than I can remember.
I am done seeking the closure
that steeps my mind in burning ember.
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