it’s you.
the forbidden one that i’ve always been told is bad for me.
it’s you.

you are the reason i’ve hit my rock bottom.
my mother tells me i’m not the same.
i wish i could hit rewind back to autumn.

before i ever got addicted.
i never would’ve even considered you.
it’s almost as if this whole thing was scripted.

call me crazy but i don’t think i’ll ever get over you.
you’ve taken too much control.
i wish this whole situation wasn’t true.

i’m addicted to a drug.
but the drug is a human,
and the human is you.

Meandering within
my oasis so bleak
I search for a puddle
or two, or three
To fill my void with color
alas I lack it so-
Yet dry it may be
a body with no bones
is  simply a catastrophe

A brick of an idea
forever a missing stair-
Crashing waves of my conscience-
proving hard to keep steady

A common melody I sing-
a  marching song to accompany me
I have a duty to protect
Why do I do it again?
Oh yes!
A world without tragedy-
would be a place of no hope
So I continue marching to the beat
and dance along side it

The darkest nights
pressed together with a myriad of bright lights
Although some  are too far gone;
filled with drear and covered with smog
That paints a starry night so deep
relaying the tales my path foresaw
And tilting my world off its axis

A whirlwind lifts my thoughts
and settles them in my soul-
A kin to my heart;
an endless symbol of myself

A wave of calm despite the storm
I keep steady in its wake,
Survive the disaster presented
And so
I may carry the debt of its weight

Even the scariest monsters-
Enjoy a good nap
So the booming may end
But I know better
_
I will keep up this wall,
So I may shelter those dear
And fight off the harm
Oh, I can already sense it coming

This world conforms to me.
Landscapes bursting with hues,
You can almost smell the colors.
Benevolent to my wounds.
Distorted shapes and figures
Blending with one another.
My solace,
My sanctum,
My peace.

My worries,
My pain,
My memories,
None are welcome.
An escape from all that wishes to harm me.
One stroke of my finger
And all my imagination appears.

I hear familiar voices from the outside.
“Come back,” they shout,
“Come back to reality
And face what troubles you.”

“No,” I whisper,
“I think I’ll stay.”