Now the curtains are closing
A superb performance
Put on by masking the pain
Bleeding into silence
Slowly disappearing
Fading into the background
A prop used to hold up dust
Unable to make a sound
No longer satisfied
By sober minds
Seeking comfort in illusions
Letting them take ahold of me
Painting memories in my head
Living through the darkness
The darkness that consumed me
As I struggle to reach for the light
The only light that will shine
Is through the butane container
The only pleasure I'll receive
Is by the leaves I'll burn
Truly my sanity has run awry
A lapse of caring
Feeling the euphoria
Body separating from mind
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Draining Emotions
PoetryAnother continuation, filled with thoughts of all kinds of feelings of ups, downs, and turns-around.