Dark and empty, As the voids of space. Cold and desolate. Danger looming in. Barbaric, depraved. The mother of nightmares, clinging to dear life, Looking for any kind of relief. Fears, holding you back, the only comfort, makes your mind churn. Echoes of threats, of no bounds, Ringing, trying to push past. Mind taking over the darkest part. The potion that frightens little children, Make the boldest of men cringe at.
A retort, breathless, angry. Walking around the wreckage Face to face with the demon Deep down, shriveled and cold Heart beating out the chest Engaged in a battle of self-destruction How can one fight a split image of themselves Or it is the inner cowardice on standby Haunting expression, eye pooled Stakes high and all the odds against one Seeking victory but prepared for defeat Too paralyzed to do anything A symbol of strength and tranquility? A sign, one needed for this As one stares down into the jaws of a beast A death wish card in hand.
Animosity lingering in the air The Violent hatred lurking by Fighting it tooth and nail. Acceptable for the co existence, Sabotaging things vehemently, Judgmental, cold and angry No ties, emotional nor physically. Bereft of purpose, ebbing away Taking the polish and shine. Into the dark, murky pool.
The rumble of agitated voices, The hushed mumbled sounds. Couldn’t untangle the words, The detection of agitation. The essence of suavity gone. The principles prisoned in their souls, In the windings of their brains. Shaking with conviction Frozen with an empty look Caught in the snare of the trance Reality had intruded; Indomitable and insatiate.
Setting sun dipping low. The forest line behind. Golden, like the amber of the fires. Burning, decorating the sky. A marvel, a wonder A sight to reckon. In the sunny scented garden, Well mowed, trimmed grass, A picnic blanket set. The serenity flowing in, The peace comes with the place The breeze brings the other piece, Quite ethereal, surreal.
Each moment a test of deception Chasing the ghost of hope Out of betrayal and desperation The strange intensity of it An aggression, a provocation A patricide and a regicide The guilt staining it, tainting it. Rage enraged, the sheer awfulness
The beauty of it. The melodious flow. The tuned musical beat. All in rhyme. The instruments, All aligned The interlude, an intervention The intermix, entertaining. The words, a lyric composition The voice, a blend The catchy chorus, memorable.
The caresses, to the soft touches. That tingles the skin, Making your blood boil. That makes your heart race, beating a little bit faster. The kisses and the soothing bites, that drive you crazy, make you melt. The marks and hickeys as a reminder As they decorate, a form of art they make, fake tats. Cologne, a perfume with a slight scent of sweat A wisp of their incense.
Freedom is being free when the Mind is Set free. freedom is imaginary if we want to let it be though it is what is real like a dream it is real get out of that block break free of that lock free the Mindset feed the soul free the spirit lets not be captives in our own cages lets not lock ourselves Let’s be free
Jolt my mind from memory A phase slapped to my face used as a connoisseur of pain, blending into one haze, Each scrape in its own entity Like the stars in a constellation It flawlessly shines to your face Raw, brutalized, dragged over the scree
Dance, give and take A reciprocal of events The steps alternated Feel what the other needs Give what they need Take what they give. Take what you need Receive what you get Get what you give Use what you get Use what you need