Unexpected Destinations

Contradictions of Being

Mentally dissect,

My lyrical dialect,

That's born from the sound of my maladies;

Melodies that taint my life.

My tale is your tale,

Like any other, like no other,

Filled with words-

Words leaping from the pages,

Leaping from the lips, coming alive;

Words that chronicle the history

Of impulses and of misery,

Impulses that I strived to strangle,

And left to brood in the dark corners

Of my mind's dungeon.

Impulses and secrets,

My poison, my addiction.

In this fading world, we all fight

The bloody battle to be,

To be something- anything.

When I was little, my mum told me stories,

Stories of knights and fairies,

Of monsters that lie under the bed;

But no one warned me

About the ones living inside my head.

But someday when the ghosts have all gone home,

Far too late to be rattling bones,

Will you come fly with me?

I hope you do.

I hope that you come along,

And watch me turn

My howl into a song.

This is something I started without any particular reason.

Has there been a time when you felt lost, broken? I have.

So tell me if you did because I'm here to listen.

I wonder if I really go ahead with this, so feedback and votes would really be helpful:)

Hope to hear from you guys!

-V