Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Memories Of The Dark

The presence of this surreal curse still mortifies me everyday
The remains of the past reside in my present till this date
Locked away I am from the basic emotional necessity
Stuck in this prison of grief where happiness is just a dream

Trickles the dark blood from the heart onto the mortified soul
Diverges the thought of living into so many pieces left for the unknown
Afraid of the dark I reside in the shallows
Afraid of the rude harsh world I dwell into my own sorrows

Struggling every minute to not let the dark side take over
Praying not to stumble when the cold hits my soul over and over
Pretending to be brave to not let the world consume over
Trying to regain the belief I myself broke because you promised to stay here until everything gets over.

Left alone to burn into my own guilt
Casted away in a way that I never existed
Imagined if this was just a dream
The monster I am now reminds me it was all surreal
To seek the truth I now walk upon
To live again one day I let the world feed on my soul till I wake to a new dawn to frown on.