I love you more than you will truly, ever know. I am stricken with so much fear. I am so scared because, truthfully admitting, I have no certainty that I obtain enough strength to defeat this "monster". I can't stop hearing this **** on a loop in my head. What if I never break myself free, what if I am trapped inside my own demise forever? It's the most frightening thing that I've ever known, I have been too afraid to be anything other than still; so, so, still.

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What I once thought to be impossible; has now become quite possible. It struck me with stealth and strength, and quickly became my reality. How does one react gracefully or with any single grain of dignity when you feel like you are being robbed? Robbed of the peacefulness, the comfort, the seemingly-everlasting feeling of fulfillment. To have ever received these wondrous, indescribable happenings at any one moment in life is a gift; a gift that one would spend an eternity searching for if ever it were to diminish. When it seems that these gifts are being sabotaged, it creates an unnatural feeling that is born into the depth of your being. It spreads like a cancer, infecting your spirit and mind with a complexity of raw emotions. This specific feeling that I personally refer to, when described as physical pain, feels as though the flesh is slowly being pulled apart from one's body. When the flesh has been pulled back and pinned, there is then a forced act of removal during a state of extreme vulnerability. There is a darkness that knows exactly where to find the light within and ***** it out until satisfied. I believe that this occurrence is unique for every individual; Some feel deeply where others may fall short of the ability to recognize the presence of such deep emotion. I give great acknowledgement to the smallest, so-called insignificant instances. Instances as such may be perceived by others as petty or without importance, but for others they are not just perceived, but taken on heavily by the mind, the heart and the soul. The intensity and complexity of all these different emotions do weigh on one's mind, even those with the strongest of minds are susceptible to the weight of this burden. One cannot deny their natural instincts or intuition; one must first recognize this feeling and then search for their unique path that will lead them to the light. The light that was once integrated into every particle of one's body before the darkness came.


Written by Taylor Rogers

Love the one you hold
For I will never let you go
I love you for infinity

Deceit you speak all the while
Knowing I know and how I feel.
Thrashing scars upon my flesh,
God knows they'll never heal.
Mistrust and doubt,
Lies and hidden truths;
All the same and all coming from you.
It's all that I can do not to shout.
My nerves clenched tight,
Can't you hear them scream?
I say to you, you're right, as I
Try to bury my truest emotions.
Being who you want is merely a dream
Inconceivable madness;
Pure in love and intricate filth.
Already weary souls, encumbered with The weight of every lie.
White lies, black lies; colorblind
Lucidity comes without pigment
All the flickers of light;
Can't you see them?
They call my name and wish
To carry me away.
Love and lies and passionate cries
Have brought me to endless insanity
No one left to save me.

And the breath is taken from my lungs; Suffocating. Without your sweet, sweet existence my chest would no longer pace, nor would it flutter. The wicked sea would take me underneath, becoming apart it's density. Alas, I hear your spoken sound; For suddenly I am no longer bound. The air I breathe; a gift, from you to me. I rise afloat so effortlessly. My source of love, my choice in life, my happiness gleams, my hope a light.

Sail on, sail on
To seek the mystic truth.
Each wave bears my weight;
I am no longer a vessel of mass,
But a vessel measured in volume.
Victimized by the vile waters
Of this ever changing sea.
Swallowing briny salt water
As I drown.
Each drop, for at least one moment in time;
Has been the entirety of these swelling waters.
Magnificence fades, as fear sets in.
All concious thoughts and feelings alike; refused existence.
No longer our own,
We belong to another.
Ultimate force
Quickly releasing, the last oxygen rich breath to ever fill my chest. Lungs feel as if, being ripped at the seam.
Triumphant failure, the body lacking to compensate.
The pressure's immensity meets capacity.
Comfort & ease soon wash over me.
Ruptured organs ironically,
Free us from pain and suffering
A beautiful defeat,
Beneath an imaginary sunset.
We sail on together
To paint the mystic blue.