I don't know what to do or say
My heart is ripping me apart
And the pain won't go away
Take the needle, pull the thread
But stitches won't fix a thing
When it's just all in my head
Where demons roar with color
And angels all die on their own
A dystopia in squalor
And yet I sit on this cruel throne
Because, despite all of their love,
I feel so utterly alone
Battleborn, I continue on
Trapped in a vessel of scarred flesh
But which path should I tread upon?
All marked by clouds of acid rain
And, like the shark, I can't go back
What will I lose? What would I gain?
One is a shade of masculine green
With oddly massive brooding trees
Reaching for me, like some cuisine
Another, is the path of the blind
Sadly not by chance, but by choice
Filled with those who kill their own kind
Not to mention the path on which I stand
Parasitic weeds here and there
Capturing all life on this land
I guess I could forge my own way
But the compass in my cracked heart
Keeps on spinning day after day
An infinite amount of routes
And only one course can be chosen
So my mind is racked with grim doubts
I can't decide which path to take
The acid pours all through the night
And I can not afford to slake
Again demons cry out my name
But with nowhere to hide or go
I listen to their lies in shame
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My Thoughts
PoesieHere lie the thoughts of me; in the form of poetry of course because I can't seem to complete a story. Oh well. So these poem will be about all kinds of stuff from horses to inner demons. Some of them are also very short. Enjoy P.S. some of these p...
