The shadows in the night,
The voices in your head,
You're going insane.
The canvas you paint dark red,
But there's a twist.
The canvas is your skin,
The brush is your blade,
The paint is your blood.
Oh, how you want someone
To get rid of your demons.
That Mirror which you dread to see.
It never shows what you want to be,
But a monster in the mirror.
What happened?
Why are you smiling?
Oh, that's right, it's not real.
The shadows in the night,
Haunting you,
The voices in your head Saying,
"No on cares, just end it all."
The beautiful canvas has dark memories.
Don't feel guilty,
It's not your fault,
No one can control their own demons.
The storm will be over,
There will be clouds,
Just without the rain.
Stop painting the canvas
With that color,
Just let it be.
Don't let the ocean's current
Stop you.
Swim to the shore and be free.
Now the demons have left,
The angels have arrived.
You've become sane,
Now you see people,
Not the shadows.
Those voices have told you,
Look ahead.
Now you are free.
-Caelin
