A poem, this is
Ever feeling the oppresive presence that hovers over me, Just wishing that this repressive curtain would lift. Blood and gore everywhere, leaving debree here and there. Every day feels so short, yet the shadow is so still.
Ever looming awareness, the lack of discipline and self-control. Whomever knew that knowledge would bring so much heartache? What I know pains me and what I don't jumps me. I should be working out, studying, running and thinking.
Ever moving tides of time, careless of its victims. But how could I be one, if i desire duality? I want the end to come quickly, but I desire more time to enjoy things sweetly. The feelings are a riptide, crashing through my meek defenses.
Even the feelings of worthlessness doesn't touch me as deeply. Why doesn't it hurt anymore, is it an improvement? Have the wounds finally healed, ready to start fresh. my sight grows ever wose, would I ask for vision.
Even so i breathe, live and eat. Wallowing in the ever murky waters, would it ever end? I hope I can become more than the succubus I am. Rise aobve it all, like only I can.
Copyright Ephemeral_Dreams Spawned by the forgotten does of Serotonin.