The nights go slow,
But the days go fast,
Everything I do and I still don't know,
How to get this feeling to last.
This feeling is fleeting,
This feeling doesn't like to stay,
I've started thinking,
It'll be like this till I'm old and gray.
Oh how torturous,
Oh how teasing,
After all this time,
The pain isn't easing.
My mind is overactive,
My emotions are too,
So much so,
That I see figures despite what I may do.
It lays waiting,
It lays still,
I can't help but wonder,
If it is strong enough to kill.
It must be,
But it still might not,
One things for sure,
It goes against all I've thought.
Perhaps I'm misinformed,
Perhaps it's not too bad,
My imagination does like to run wild,
No matter how much relaxation it's had.
The figure likes to play tricks on me,
But doesn't pose much of a threat,
He helps me with some of my pain,
By sifting through bad memories and making me forget.
He's kept me alive so far,
And warns me of things to come,
I can't help but wonder,
Where he is even from.
Maybe he is me,
But then who am I?
Perhaps he is we,
But the question still stands of why.
The only answer I have,
Isn't really much of one,
It is layered with uncertainty,
But follows the battles I have won.
The figure is a demon,
A clever one at that,
He knows when to mess around,
And when to get serious at the drop of a hat.
He doesn't like seeing harm come to me,
In fact, he is quite kind,
He is also very mischievous,
But I don't really mind.
How he came about,
I'm still not too sure,
One thing I do know,
Is that together, we can be quite immature.
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A Clash of Thoughts
OverigA book of random thoughts, emotions, feelings, and situations that happen in my life There's also lyrics, quotes and poetry Probably won't be the most uplifting or easiest thing to read, but it might be relatable Ever wonder what happens when some...
