Sitting still and waiting for a change
To occur in this world of cringe
And desolation, lost to the rain
That pours down on the sinners
Who have been living in pain.
For a brief moment, we are a winner,
Until the world suddenly shakes
With anger once again, throwing
Us from our peaceful break
Of forgetting of the world’s fever.
When you’re going around next to me,
I feel free and weightless, no gravity
In sight letting me fly and see
Across the sky. You granted me sanity,
But whenever you stepped away,
I would fall down from the sky,
The world would fall into a deep gray
And the world let out a solemn sign
For I wanted to fly higher into the sun
Into the rays of light that shined warmth,
Little did I know the rays of sun was a gun
Loaded with bullets of pain and cold.
Why is it that I feel this way around you,
Colors sound lounder,
Lights are more vibrant,
The world feels better when you’re next to me
And becomes dull when I’m away from you,
For once I finally feel free
From the cage in my mind but as soon
As you walk away, the light dies once again
And the soul cries showers of rain,
Longing to have the colors sound louder,
Longing for the lights to be vibrant,
Longing for your healing presence.
Down the water goes,
Slowly burning as it passes.
Worry not for there is no pain,
For those empty and frail inside
Feel no pain,
As life itself is sorrowful
With hollow meanings.
The water quenches no pain
And adds no trauma
As the world around burns in pain.
There was nothing that could be seen. It was darker than black, the cold enveloping me slowly.
I felt you next to me, warmth radiating off of you, yet I could not reach it. There was no light pushing through the darkness and the warmth gets stripped away, like a black hole, growing bigger with your light and warmth.
Directly in sight, I long to be next to you, your warmth penetrating deeply and fully, engulfing the darkness and eradicating it. Cold replaced with heat, replaced with emotion and passion once again, living life as it should be.
I long to be there next to you, to feel the warmth and passion enter me, to give to you the way you give to me. If only life could be easy and I did not feel empty the way I do now.
Forever lasted the joy you sowed deep
Inside my body, pulsing slowly and
Growing faster, pulsating faster and
Burrowing deeper and stronger through me,
Giving me the energy I need to thrive;
If only it lasted for eternity yet it
Lasted for only moments of life
Because you were fulfilling for just
The few moments you sowed the joy
Deep inside that reached the unreachable.
There was no room left for you
On the marble pedestal I made
For us to live and breathe side by side,
Slowly weathered away by acid rain
That poured from your finger tips,
Burning me with every touch.
The marble stand begins to bend,
Failing and crumbling because of you,
Burning and unleashing constant pain
Onto my fragile skin,
But I stay will stay strong.
I see the strength I need,
It is easily within my reach,
But my arms feel like lead,
Heavy and dragged down,
Unable to move towards
Motivation and getting out
Of the ditch I’ve been entrapped by;
Success is literally at my fingertips,
If only I could make a fist
And climb out of the ditch
To reach the goals I need to reach.
I lie weak and numb as the darkness
Grows and deepens with hatred,
Dark shadows lick at my wounds,
Blood trickling down my skin.
I wait for the pain to end
And wait for the darkness to disappear
And for light to shine once more.
I wait for there to be a reason to breathe,
For a reason to feel again
Rather than wasting away as a numb
And empty shell of the human I once was.
I look into the mirror,
Watching the person staring back
And it could not be clearer
That the figure cloaked in black
Is not who I am.
The figure has my appearance,
Looking at me with disgust
And sorrow because it is inherent
That the eyes do not trust
The figure staring back.
I keep looking and reach to the broken
Glass towards the sharp edges
Tinged deep with black omens,
Blood and deep evils of legend,
Looking at the figure staring back.
My hand feels the warm glass full of evil,
The figure looks right in my eyes,
Grabs my arm and pulls me from Eden
Into the hell that exists inside the glass.
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