After years of listening, coping and dealing
I became the trash that’s taken out at midnight
Disposing my innocence together with my emotions
Mixed signals
As similar to traffic lights
Confused as
One side is blinking while
The other is blank
Like
Two sides to a book
That is
Front and back
Words adding heavy weights on the soul
Like painful categories
Luring the brain to focus on the the title
Leading with full control
Pleading insanity
Desiring for ones mind to seek focus
On that which has been written
Words of deep and dark, Dreary visions
Mental predictions deep within
Burning Sensation flowing beneath the skin
As the vessels within me began opening
Creating illusions of what my eyes are reading
Broken in disgust
My character chained
Shackles on my feet
And corruption in the brain
Distancing myself from the universe as I seek refuge from the things which hurts
While sitting under blankets of stars
Alone under the skies light
As I thought and questioned
what was the reason in the starting of this fight
Optimistic D3Vi
