sun bleeds red
through closed eyelids
can’t escape the day

And this is a tragedy;
To lose oneself in the throng of life;
for one's light to die and become the darkness;
To forget one's dreams and become the hopeless;
To live a life where you're dead already.

Always playing the victim
but you've been making a victim
of everyone.

We all have our battles to fight.
Please respect all the battles
I've fought.

then,
what makes you a poet..?

Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?

I know where this path leads.

Relax into the pain
Fear pushes me further in
Darkness is a friend