Late Night Feels

Late Night Feels Pt. 48

I saw the future

And it felt so bright

But so blurry,

Outta sight.

I'll repeat cause I'm not good

For anything else;

A jumbled up mess

Of forgotten talents

Like letters

You keep underneath your bed

Or in your closet.

I'm the night

And that's all right by me,

As long as you recognize

The things I'll never be,

Like fixed.

I'll never be put together

But maybe my future

Will hold something better.

Yet I'm not better nor am I strong,

I can't even find the right words

If you wanted to sing along to this

Damned mess that is too long

Of a sentence to make sense.

I'm rambling.

Breathe.

Another thing I'm not good at...

My anxiety crushes me to no end,

A collision of attacks up the yin yang.

Yin Yang, am I right or wrong?

No, I'm the space in between,

I'm what lies right in the center.

I'm the silver lining thrown into

A machine made out of

Razor blades and needles.

I'm the sadness in the weather.

I'm the passion in what you love.

I'm the joy in your laughter.

I'm the sun shining from above.

I'm the anger you hold in.

I'm the fatal move you make

When all thats left are little grooves

Meshed into your skin

Like an embroidered stamp.