A poem by:
Lunatic in Disguise
Down in the deepest corners of the dark thoughts that lie within my head, within my dreams.
My subconscious screams “YOU NEED TO RESIGN, RESIGN FROM THIS PATH”
Melancholy fills my dark soul. Oh -yes, dark indeed.
Once a child with a full heart is, now an adult full of empty promises.
Promises made by me, promises made by the passerby’s.
Promises that are no longer meant to be fulfilled.
A spirit once drowning in hope, a spirit once radiating in the rays of the sun.
My aura can no longer hold the blue light. My aura can no longer shine.
Turning and twisting awake and asleep
No matter the longitude and latitude, always rolling down under the surface
Those around me cannot understand, the consuming fear engraved in my head.
“It will all be alright” so they all say
But when I find myself weeping at night, no one is aware.
The voices know quite well how to imprison you
Never let you out of their sight
They suck the life out of you until
My aura can no longer hold the blue light, my aura can no longer shine.
Loud they are, when they begin to howl
Like angry wolves in the night, trying to catch their prey and I frown
Caught in the middle of control and chaos.
Delusional they get, and psychotic they are
I’ve tried to isolate, the voices in my head
To prevent any self-harm.
But how can I when
My aura can no longer hold the blue light, my aura can no longer shine.
Covering the silence is the trait I have yet to master.
Staying silent was a quality that I never obtained so it became remorseful
Kept me dry, maintained me unwelcome from any self-acceptance
From the thought that others could obtain merriment out of my eyes
How silly, how unwise of me to assume that I could reflect such emotion.
With what soul? with what heart? with what will?
Don’t you remember
Your aura can no longer hold the blue light, Your aura can no longer shine.
From Lunatic in Disguise
To her cadaver.
“She’ll kill herself over something that does not seem to matter” -The hours
