It’s dark here

A deep emptiness

An obsidian abyss

The eternal void

The antithesis of bliss

Destruction of soul

Consuming from within

Thought you were numb

You are not dead yet

Reaper come home

A trail of tears

For my debilitating failures

I know the sane decision

Yet with striking precision

I swerve at the last minute impulsively

Choosing incorrectly

Laughing in the face of disaster

As if it could not happen to me

Pure arrogance, or delusion…

Has caused this to be

Now I see… I am not immune

To the heartbreak and doom

That I have sown

Amnesiac

I dissociate

When I cannot take anymore

Fragmented pieces from the core

Store the hurt and pain

Closes the door on the memories

Blocks the nightmares in reverie

Amnesiac

What I do not know cannot hurt

Hypothetically

Yet logically, I know subconsciously

The pain is deeply embedded in me

 

You have a child’s heart

You have a child’s heart

..and a playful disposition that is warm and inviting

Stay true to you

For there is nothing better than owning your truth

The planets and stars aligned to create the blessing

Only this moment in infinite to grasp

Something pure, unfiltered…

Something that will last

An intuition

An instinct

Felt in the bones

An electric feeling

An epiphany shown

A planted seed

Mature and overgrown

Dystopia

No excitement anymore

That “Special Something” is missing

The vessel leaking has caused a drought

Electrifying emotion has sputtered out

They linger watching inquisitively but the birds do not sing

Like harbingers of death they bring

Cyclones of thundering rain

Dark clouds, piercing wind

Bad omens