With every breath I breathe
I still don’t want to move on
This pain is water
The sense is nicotine
Why are you such a burden on my life
Why can’t I stop inhaling you
The pain you take isn’t worth the pain you give
I want to quit but my body doesn’t
My mind is stronger than you
I will quit even if it takes me till the grave
Can you see the pain behind my eyes
The tyranny of the lost
You say you can understand what it means to lose
The feeling of abandonment
The feeling of a part of you
You won’t understand how I feel
At least not until you’ve lost a part of your Soul
This feeling has been here all my life
Just let me pass in peace
Turbulent yet satisfying
Dry your eyes
Hold that breath
Every second is grateful
Life is hard
But you are strong
“Oh how you’re so happy and cheerful”
I’m really not, the violent implosion under it all is tearing me apart
The difference is I stay optimistic and hope where there is none
Of course I don’t want to exist, but I have to
Of course I feel dead inside, but I bury it
Of course I feel alone and apart from everyone, but I hide it
Of course my heart and soul mourn, it only shows when I am alone
Of course I’m depressed, I just hide it away
Of course my mind stirs, I just don’t let it out
Of course I wish I had someone and was someone else
Of course I’m vulnerable, but I overpower it with laughter
These are the demons that lurk in my shadow
I am and always will be the person you see, just the Strom inside is the part that hides
If this is to be my end, then so be it
Otherwise, hurry up and leave, I don’t need these what if’s running around my head
There is a sense of serenity in the moment of closing your eyes with the sun beaming down, lighting the back of your eye lids. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand, the breeze cooling to the touch. The smell of the ocean and the taste of the salt spray. The heat against the skin, exciting your cells to darken. Your toes sift the sand. That is the moment where nothing else matters but the happiness in the moment.
To boast a breed of iniquity
To banter the thought of disbelief
To reach the pinnacle of disarray
Never to see what is forward
Never to see what was
Never to see what it is
To belong to the mundane
We react but never change
To the unwilling a stage we go
Pick your story and not your act
The moon rises to the west
Each tinker of light a star
The cool breeze that pushes the trees
The damp grass under your feet
The darkness hiding your fragility
Born into chaos the lamp is lit
The mile marker is set
How far are you willing to go through the night
Each tempest thought to carry
Each memory to forget
Each pain to endlessly endure
The twighlights decent to a dawn of purity
The night feels everlasting
Will tomorrow ever come?
Why…
Trials for Harmony 