The Man Above The Boy Within

Miserably Beautiful

Black is east and up is white,
Beautiful sometimes, miserable inside,
I feel the anger eating away at my soul,
I keep a karaoke to a broken song,
In restless dreams I walk alone,
A broken flare, one up my mind,
My stars are falling out, not by shooting,
Just dying out and so is my spirit,
I keep drinking my white wine,
White as ice, white as my heart,
Not a pure one, just ice cold,
Comforting my shadows to play on a hangnail.

Black is east and up is white,
Beautiful sometimes, miserable inside,
I've been bleeding out blue,
A vile tear I keep in vials,
I'm the definition of wreck,
With my soul aching,
Terrors and shadows play idly inside,
Coming out only at night,
Not to watch the crescent moon,
Out, only to make me gloom,
Like playing Russian roulette with a full chamber,
Eternal clouds of grey hovering over my mind.

Black is east and up is white,
Beautiful sometimes, miserable inside,
My mind is stuck in a peril,
One with guile and artless,
Filled with fantasies of a non-existent tomorrow,
Beguiled with laughter and brighter dawns,
An ever present genie granting my silly wishes,
I want to inveigh on dreams,
Till I slowly get back to living,
My nightmares are stitched and unstitched,
Both of a fine twine of a gossamer,
Spun from my moonless nights.

Kg_asare🎈