Is it lonely in the depths of lies you spin?
Or do you feed upon the hearts you win?
Until their eyes, veiled, uncovered.
Your poisoned breath,
Leaves no more, smothered.
You're caught, and sunken in a daze.
And fear the lonesome, sans shifting ways.
And she was broken.
That's what made her insecure.
All those times others did her wrong.
She didn't know how to allocate that energy.
She was stuck, lashing out in her own world.
But it only made her world cave in...
When would her wounds suffocate her?
When would it all end?
Who cradles me to sleep now?
Who holds me and gently rocks me, as my anxiety consumes me?
Is it the distant stars?
Is it the friendly moon?
Or maybe the demon that follows me around and lurks in the shadows?
All I know, is that their grip is empty.
The way they hold me feels as if I'm in a glass shell...
Empty, fragile, and exposed.
All I crave is a fucking moment of privacy,
Inside my head, inside my heart, inside my damn notebook.
A moment where I can express, write, rage, rethink, rewind, and create.
But... no.
You steal that from me.
Violently.
Your words cut like swords as if you even know what you're talking about.
So keep talking.
Keep cutting.
Keep digging...
I'll be six feet from hell, before you realize I'm gone.
A world burning around me.
Both physically and spiritually.
The sight of endings, and damage.
Chaos whirls its winds and shakes my foundation.
But I find this sense of peace...
I notice that amidst the chaos,
You are the eye of the storm.
She was tired.
Eyes heavy as she tried to dissect her thoughts.
The sun was raging, and the moon was kind.
She danced and twirled, trying to find her balance,
But often falling short.
The days and nights were equal now,
As the fall moon rises, and sets in the autumn chill.
The stars laughed at her struggle,
But the dirt between her toes tried to teach her that she could grow.
And she did.
Night after night,
Day after day,
Moment after moment.
Newness on the horizon.
Feeling negativity in my soul,
Something I need to work on.
Woke up and had a wonderful day.
Yet, slighted by irritation tonight.
But why?
I must look inward.
As within, so without.
I will light a candle,
Create a mantra,
And let the night wash over me...
Kindly...
With strength.
