Spill Ink Instead of Blood

Paralysis

Floating in a dark somber pool of nothingness.

Wondering where has the time gone.

Then comes trickling the tiny wet droplets that tell you you've lost.

So it is with extended open arms you welcome,

let it in.

Little did you know all things come at a hefty price.

When hope fades in the light,

darkness comes to play.

Never where eyes watch you step but where sun lays to rest.

Bad things happen in the night.

Now here your inferno lays,

had you known it was lying still and waiting.

Engulfed you are in a crackling flame.

Chocking on poor decisions made and becoming drunk on the smoke you praised.

You Cry,

Scream,

Pound.

And your heart fades away.

Quickly do you go to grasp for it,

but beating continues to escape.

Fluster and panic,

again that trickle surfaces,

"Give out,"

it whispers in a rosy voice so convincing.

"You chose my way,"

says the hoarse voice,

"you're mine"

                                                                                     ~M.B.T~                                                                                                            -We all have demons, some are just more controllable than others. Be sure to put them in their place.-