My pen cries the saltless tears,
That my eyes have vomited out.
As the water moisturizes deep seated fears,
And my voice grows from whisper to shout.
The face in the mirror is eroded by,
Incessant outpourings from inside.
Sadness as wings born from the desire to fly,
Become shattered by miserable cries.
This song is on repeat,
The symphony replays in my mind.
Cascading feelings of being complete,
In futility, I struggle, hoping to find.
Please find me a place, where I may go,
To be free from...myself.
I see windswept images of frostless snow,
That litter landscapes of forgotten wealth.
Damn these intense emotions,
Of whom I abhor.
Be decimated by the vast oceans,
Of which filth constantly pours!
Surrounded on all sides by masters of illusion,
My back pressing slowly towards the wall.
I must wage war against confusion's delusion,
And pick up singed feathers from my latest fall.
So instead of giving in to despair,
I get on my grind and I fight.
Against my mistress in this sordid affair,
That gave relevance to shadows in the night.
It is when the darkness surrounds,
That one is guided to even the softest light.
Praying that an ounce of grace may abound,
And grant new vision to once blinded sight.