It's silent and dark. Only a candle flickers in the room. Warm light...normally, but now it seems cold and without soul.
Soft noises in the background. Branches creaking and soft raindrops fall against the window.
But it is not peaceful....the beast has awoken after a long time.
It rages and screams so much, my head hurts.
Everything around me seems to spin in circles and thoughts come up.
I just wanna close my eyes and escape, but if i try the beast lets me see images and distorted scenes from old.
Every picture a knife in the heart.
My eyes are burning from these neverending tears.
But the beast wants more. Ripping and clawing at the scars of my soul.
The fight gets harder ...a new thought...how long can i resist...will there be help? Or will i loose?
And suddenly the beast stops and leaves me alone with this thought.
I fear it is laughing at me, because it knows it already won...
The candle dies and leaves my thoughts in bitter darkness...
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Seasons of the Mind
PoetryThis will be an ongoing collection of random texts about various topics. Some things will be rather depressing to read as i wrote them during bad times, others will be happier. Anyway i hope you enjoy what i write and maybe can find something for yo...
