I opened my eyes in darkness, In the ravine where I met myself. I heard my voice in the deep silence. In the unending crack I began to tread again. I tried to climb out of dread and despair. Nearing the death of light. The moon has left.
The Earth trembled As the rabbits marched down With strange twisted muskets and fangs in their Cowles. You can hear the cry’s of crows lost crowds who have obviously sent them around to hop one by one to lead you into the cold lonely ground Where you can only watch As the works of man Are razed to the ground
Grief of a love lost, has no timeline sometimes its just you with yourself fighting to find solace between the raging momentary whisks of anger and pointless sedition of your soul that irks to find the once long lost peace, You wish it has an end and rebel against the never ending !
deathly whispers cloud ones' head biosterous chatter malign things said Insecurity & her friend, Dread can't keep shut till passion bled.. from every vein, that's flooding red. & in a slump you crawl in bed to wake to another dawn, with the voices tethered inside your head.
Not unlike lights turning off abruptly the rumble of the earth underneath the waves of the sea rushing unfamiliar faces passing dark grey clouds gathering blood tinting the river and a lifeless corpse falling
Dread clutches my throat and drags me into the abyss
It shouts in the emptiness of a lonely broken-down greek theatre
my room looks like an old beaten up storm victim with walls made up of mended old pieces of wood and a light coming outside my room with my headphones on
i fantasize a bright future filled with hope and freedom one where i can create intricate pieces of my soul but i don’t want to be stuck in this same place of desolate dreams
is the reason for this numbness to life and disconnection to my past and who i am is because i dream of being eaten up by the worldly pleasures of glitz and glamour
am i not starving enough to be called a starving artist fueled with this brimming passion and discontentment and art am i not starved of love and happiness and zest that i became this unfeeling cold robot disconnected from everything
but i am poor, i am starving why don’t i feel anything am i just like my room an old beaten up victim made up of mended broken pieces without any light from within?
I wrote this one on a whim because I feel uninspired and insecure about my creativity (if I ever have one) and I’m not even sure if this is good or anything but I want to take a dive and put this out there. Side note: I am a victim of abuse from my birth parents. Still stuck here with them but slowly making steps towards getting out of here.
Glory's who you are. It's not what I'll achieve. To be close to you, not far. Will I ever find you finally? Though you know what it is to be. I'll only have one destiny. Will I keep on walkin blindy, till time takes hold of me?
Fear lives in my heart. For my mind sees a coming dread. My soul still prays to you through the thoughts of my crowded head. Please forgive all the bad I've done, and the things I said.