My BRAIN sends chilling impulses
throughout my living corpse,
My HEART sends fire to my veins —
entangled I am, with my distorted thoughts.
I no longer can clearly tell
what is real and what is distorted,
All of my existence now is a shadow,
shallow it is, and my soul is haunted.
I played with crayons when I was younger
but now I know what is to be blue,
It is not about color, you see,
thoughts feel unreal, and I have no clue.
“I am: yet what I am” an unsolved mosaic of
living hell, n’ these lingering thoughts,
A crossword of a myriad of shaded squares,
caught in-between the existential loop knots.
There was once a warm feeling that took over me
but YOU, why wert thou becoming the villain? —
Left behind in demons’ realm with an empty heart,
broken wings, scattered feathers. The Fallen —