Calmer quiet voices
Roll round this soul,
Searching for peaceful seas
Upon which to sail.

I didn’t sleep but I had a nightmare.
I sat alone in my room in the dark
My greatest fears came true.
I messed up. I made you angry
I made it worse. I lost you.
I always said you’d leave.
They all do. No exceptions
When it happened it wasn’t a surprise
Rather it was a rude awakening
A rude awakening from a sweet dream
All my dreams had come true
But like a dream, It had to end
All dreams end the same
A quick jolt to the paralyzing fear
The realization that you were awake
Back to the mundane imperfect life
Back to a place you never wanted to be again
Back in the same old nightmare
That was my night
Not one filled with sleep and sweet dreams
One where i was wide awake living my greatest nightmare
I opened my eyes to the harsh reality without you
It was lonely and empty
I was lonely and empty
The darkness filled the room and it engulfed me.
I became what the room was
Dark, hidden, terrified
I wanted out
Voices screamed louder than ever before
Reassuring me of how terrible i was
How alone i was
How afraid I was
But I could never tell you
I could never paint you as the villain
I could never put you in the same position as me
Living the greatest nightmare

This thing has been eating at me for years now.
How ironic.
It welcomes itself into my skin and feeds off bones and thoughts that aren't even my own anymore. But don't make it angry because it'll bury itself so deep in my stomach that it'll start to sound like my own voice screaming at me through my bloodshot eyes. I've tried again and again to **** it in its sleep, but it only gets stronger the harder I try, and after all my attempts to ****** this ******* monster, I realize I've been looking in the mirror the whole time.

Conquer fallen history
stormed dry and fierce
through desert wind
fire. in eyes placed sideways
through the looking bass that
time slipped through and melded
future dreams of ladders climbing down and
falling into holes dug deep in mud black
smoke straining breath
in lifes desires to
scream on paper and dance in rain
naked steam, fire flies
from fugitive minds imprisoned within
bars of mangled plastic that twisted you wicked to conform
can you hear the
words flowing softly from parted lips
whisper secrets to the earth
that holds our faith and rains with passion of a sun that burns the shackled hand who holds the pen that showed the man that life is near an end so save your place in line for time is closing in on walls beneath the surface of your eyes that shimmer in demise
and lies of peace and love, of happiness.
freedom comes with malcontent
and tears have stained your judgement

In between a dream
I heard your name whispered
In between reality
I had a scary trip

Brain scrambled
Consciously confused
I was in between

Mid sleep
I tremble awake
The voices have found me
In between my sanity

I have no more safe place
No more escape
The voices found me
In between

I think everyone has a little bit of schizophrenia.
Maybe it’s just the demons trying to whisper you out of your secrets.
There’s always a reason for the voices.
There’s always reason for the reasons.
The voices talk when my eyes go blood shot. Reality left as soon as I did.
I left when my compassion did.
I keep leaving, its called rebellion.
Can you see it?
I scream it.
I wear it.
I sing it to myself as a prayer.

My rotten prayer.

Join me?
Raise Hell with me?
Lets find my lost compassion while we’re creating yours.
I think we could find the answer to everything if we don’t question anything.

I’ll find the answers, I promise.

I Like many tend to think what I know at the moment is most true,
although I like to pretend I believe I know nothing,
and use the popularity of the thought, That is what I just said
as an excuse for being self-centered.
I've become what I've feared. Just like you
But maybe you won't- as we are allowed to be different. But we're not
I know that I must unchain my mind from my own protections and coping mechanisms, Am I just your coping mechanism?
I am not just I. You are not just you.
We are everyone else who has ever touched us. What about me?
How could I hate you for treating me differently to protect yourself? Simple- people are responsible for their actions!
My hate is just protecting myself as well. That's what he wants you to believe
I have voices in my head I am not just a voice telling me to be stronger than this, Yes? and they're just as juvenile as I am. Trust me
No wiseness of years because they're only as old as I exist. But I'm your friend
They want to cocoon me inside and keep me safe but they do not know. I love you.
I do not know. But...
I do not always know the best answer. Neither do they. Or you.
And this I know to be most true.