Roses are red and violets are blue,
I am my own doom amidst my worst fear,
I carry a seal with an order for my death,
My soldiers are tired from fighting,
I am loosing my war with this agony,
I've lost several battles together with this one,
I want to surrender but with a grey flag,
I can't hold up a trench and my generals are in retreat.
My eyes are red and my lips are blue,
One from restrained cries and the other, hypoxia,
I hold my tears because my pillow is already wet,
I'm having cyanosis because I have panic attacks,
My pillow is wet since I sweat with each nightmare,
I have panic attacks because I think extremely,
Mostly of useless scenarios and impossible scenes.
My mind is grey and my thoughts are dark,
A hue of colours not known to joy,
I'm scared I'm going mad but this is how it looks,
My brain might be in overdrive,
But I'm not on psychotics,
Probably only caffeine but that isn't strong enough,
Pass me a knocker let me sedate,
I bet I'd still scream from within, 'help! help!'.
My pad is empty and my brain is full,
I'm artistic but these words tell my tale,
Not one of a noble knight in the night,
Just another glitch living in a shell,
Another freak with a storming night,
I want a cave or a crevice,
One that is away from light,
I want to hold my demon's hand,
Probably see it soul in monochrome,
But I have to do that with a bottle of aconite.
I'm out of bullets and grenades,
I thought I had mines and a gatling gun,
But all I'm left with is a candy with it stick,
With these demons arriving,
I'd be dead before I lick the lines,
My candy would fall and break in pieces,
It'd be similar to my frayed thoughts,
Just like my fragmented mind.
Please help if you are kind!
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PoetryI'm talking to myself and I hope I'm listening, I'm juggling the inside and outside heavy, I'm keeping it from falling apart, I'm holding it together just by a strand, One day it will rip of from my palm, together with a tear or two but now, let...
