It's so hard to sleep with a loud mind
It keeps me awake all the time
Its hurried whispers and hushed shouts
I just need to find a way out
Of this maze that fills me with
A daze and I wish for my existence
To rely on persistence but it seems
That nothing nor no one can hear
The screams that tear through the
Nylon walls and the busied curtains
That frame the desks of mirror
Certains I cant seem to grasp let alone
Comprehend the faces and mazes and dazes my mind forces to reveal
I wish for peace yet my demons scream
They claw their fractured hands at my face
And chase
And chase
And....
Chase, my mind is a floating breeze
It can't seem to shake the coconuts from its blitzen trees
And I wish that my mind wasn't so loud
So quick
But I unfortunately can't choose
Can't pick
And to be kept in a state of constant fear
To allow these demons to shed my tears
I have no control yet I'm
Happy
The sense of death excites me
And entices me with a sloppy kiss
A quick peck on blackened lips
Rubbed raw from screaming mimes
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Growing Pains
PoetryThe cool metal ran along their hand like a blanket of snow; cold, light, blank. To think that such a blade could end something so precious - so beautiful, within seconds. How could someone do so with no hesitation? Perhaps it is the thought of reli...
