Living in the shadows,
Tired of what follows.
Those demons
Breathe in
Too much of the fears.
Underneath the shower
Breath has halted to a stop-
Unspoken and unheard of,
The mind rages the war.
BREATHE IN.
The command is done
Sequenced by a burning in the entreance
To a drowning soul…
Now a drowning city.
SURVIVE!
The mind pauses it’s war to do as programmed.
Why the hell survive when war goes on long enough?
It burns
And burns
And burns.
No more thoughts begin to live
Until that tiny whisper takes it’s last dance.
Quarter notes, eight notes
Pitches down low, pitch up high.
A drumming of a heart,
A strum of a ghost,
A voice of a rock
They never leave a side.
They sing words of encouragement.
They scream to back away.
The body convulses.
Backwards it flies
It’ll see another day.
Crying on the floor thinking:
What the hell.
That was close.
Wanted and needed
I see no more.
The melodies fly back on their run
Sparking the body to life,
A motivator is a damaged ghost.
The crutch to a soldier.
Fuck!
Another day,
In life, the thing that kills the brave,
The sword with blood as it’s friend.
It won’t take take another empty cell,
But it will take another broken heart.
However,
What can it do now?
With the singing friends,
Another cursed star won’t go home
Just yet.
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"Don't let the world bring you down! There's always hope for the willing!" - Of Mice and Men, You're not alone
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