When I've made my peace with this storm,
I will want to write the pain away,
Write them with the right truth,
It's going to be a long way home,
Might probably get lost in an alley,
One that has my monsters lurking,
Maybe they will be kind to me,
Maybe they will understand that they have to go,
They have to vacate my mind because it'll be old,
And one day it'll be too small and familiar,
An emptiness that aches very bad.
So far all I do is gorge my letters,
I'm piling up for when I torch them,
Watching the flames ensnare my pain,
While the smoke dances to it cries,
It's an aesthetic pleasure to behold,
Especially when it's at sunset,
The ashes are left in a heap,
I might blow them into the wind,
And though I go unscathed,
My demons will wave in anguish,
A sound that would put me to bed.
I want to launch an RPG into my head,
It's the only way to end the migraines,
The chaos here is more than on the battle ground
Other times crying under the shower helps,
Run the cold bath for an hour and more,
Watch my skin crawl and pain shiver,
It soothes my thoughts.
Even though it sets my mind on fire,
When the water stops,
Everywhere I go now,
I pray I see the light,
A ray that leads me away from my looney cell,
I want to be protected,
From the plenty darkness inside of me,
I want to be my own hero.
I'd come to my door with a rose,
One to keep for many days,
That's a good look for my parlor,
The one I'd build when this therapy session holds,
I think I need to pray now,
I don't want to be left behind,
I want to see after the finish line,
It's a long way home,
But I know I will be sane,
And I will be happy at last.
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PoesíaI'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...
