I recognize the characters in my play despite the soliloquy
No matter who it is, nobody can match the ability
To make one cry as bad as this Moonlit Song
It almost makes us all feel wrong
But the truth of the matter is that we're all in the same place
Constantly looking past the mirror and dodging the issues we face
There's a harmonic sound within the demonic rituals
Like the sounds cross through the nether realm and into physical residuals
The yellow pill bottle has a melody not so true
But it takes away all the emotions cooked up in the stew
Known as my brain, luckily my life feels so high up I can't hear the voices
The demon that resides near my ear never seems to give me many choices
Sometimes you have to stop and listen to the Moonlit Harmony
Even if it means dropping the weapons we bear in the armory
The end is coming closer and closer, and it's time to decide
Maybe not for you, but when your story ends you'll realize I never lied.
YOU ARE READING
Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
