AbuseRelapse,
prevent my triggers,
rehearse,
what I might tell ya.
Take away,
my sedatives,
I’ve fallen,
I’m prey.
Can you imagine,
my pain, no gain,
my anxiety,
fear of society.
I’ll fight the world,
confident, so self-secure,
must fight the urge,
cause there isn’t a cure.
Their words, in vain
they’re talking no sense
the persistent thoughts
can’t be contained, now.
I’m breaking
systematically taking
these pills
medication, they call it.
Push me, force me
out of my own
my world is gone;
lost in depression.
Revolve, evolve
I’m trying to cope
the dangers unknown
what will you tell me?
Recite, tell me what’s wrong
free me and show me the way
I’ve fallen, past tense;
I’m prey, now.
charcoal on paperDark strokes
of burnt black;
fallen dead trees,
death turned creative.
Dreary Tuesday night,
coffee losing heat;
smoke kills - fills my oxygen,
in ash covered waves
sadness echoes.
Stroke upon stroke,
words, scribbles, lines,
consuming
the lightness of white.
Broken down lines,
faded layers of night;
dark strokes
of burnt black,
scraping the light away,
like
..charcoal on paper
in-completeIn complete silence,
I am
incomplete silence...
Just a Lie...
Just a Lie...
Roses rose from beneath,
Chimaera's afraid to show their teeth,
Souls of the dead began to cry,
When dragons became afraid to fly.
The nights went unnaturally dark,
The extinct fire never gave a spark,
The fenix eventually burnt himself,
When a dark rock turned into an elf.
Only the brave realy understand,
That this place is no-ones land,
Unlike the centaurs who began to cry,
When they noticed, life is just a lie...
-Blight-<i>