Anarchist88
2008-12-29, 07:59
Night, oh how it burdens me.
Darkness has always been a friend,
But now it is often a tragedy.
While I lay resting,
Waiting for sleep to come and take me into my mind,
Something else comes first.
When I open my head up for rest,
I open it up like a window,
But instead of a lover coming through this portal,
A dreadful criminal enters.
This perpetrator silently kills all I have.
My happiness, my hopes, my sanity.
All are slaughtered while I lay in my own company.
Everyday I see this thing in my mirror,
This dark, evil creature.
At night it is a silent wail,
A melancholy, sickening tone,
Always sung as silent as a grave.
I chase it away, yet it always comes back.
Like a vampire feeding off my insecurities.
It makes me worry about my past and future.
During daytime it is swiftly dealt with.
The distractions kill it.
But when I am at peace,
It takes the opportunity.
Every night I pray for rest,
Yet every night I am still met by this stranger.
Maybe it is my sanity.
The truth, striking me cold and hard where it hurts the most.
When my ignorance is too tired to argue,
Perhaps the wiser man in the mirror steps in.
No, this cannot be.
Worrying, Pessimism, Guilt, Fear.
These things are not truth,
During the day, I am who I want to be.
I live my dreams every day, just pretending.
Every night, I become what I fear most,
I hide in myself but only crawl deeper into the horror.
Perhaps the real man the mirror is the one in my dreams.
Because in my mind, not in my emotions, not in the world,
Is where I can truly see myself for what I have become.
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my longest piece yet. im kind of proud of it. its written purely out of my experiences and thoughts. comment/criticisms are encouraged/welcomed (:
Darkness has always been a friend,
But now it is often a tragedy.
While I lay resting,
Waiting for sleep to come and take me into my mind,
Something else comes first.
When I open my head up for rest,
I open it up like a window,
But instead of a lover coming through this portal,
A dreadful criminal enters.
This perpetrator silently kills all I have.
My happiness, my hopes, my sanity.
All are slaughtered while I lay in my own company.
Everyday I see this thing in my mirror,
This dark, evil creature.
At night it is a silent wail,
A melancholy, sickening tone,
Always sung as silent as a grave.
I chase it away, yet it always comes back.
Like a vampire feeding off my insecurities.
It makes me worry about my past and future.
During daytime it is swiftly dealt with.
The distractions kill it.
But when I am at peace,
It takes the opportunity.
Every night I pray for rest,
Yet every night I am still met by this stranger.
Maybe it is my sanity.
The truth, striking me cold and hard where it hurts the most.
When my ignorance is too tired to argue,
Perhaps the wiser man in the mirror steps in.
No, this cannot be.
Worrying, Pessimism, Guilt, Fear.
These things are not truth,
During the day, I am who I want to be.
I live my dreams every day, just pretending.
Every night, I become what I fear most,
I hide in myself but only crawl deeper into the horror.
Perhaps the real man the mirror is the one in my dreams.
Because in my mind, not in my emotions, not in the world,
Is where I can truly see myself for what I have become.
xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
my longest piece yet. im kind of proud of it. its written purely out of my experiences and thoughts. comment/criticisms are encouraged/welcomed (: