I wake up and search for it
As if it has grown legs and moved
It's cold embrace warms my soul
It's balance weighed in my Palm
Perfect to the touch
Sitting on the edge
My bed doesn't feel as soft
The world doesn't look as colourful
My heart hardly beats
I am alone in this world
With only him as an ally
He never speaks
He never whines
He never judges
Me at any time
Three days have I held him
Three days have I yearned
To free myself from this depression
Three days have I fought
The whispers in my head
The thoughts that push me
The demons that haunt me
Nine rounds in the chamber
Yet only one
Is needed to be delivered
No note, no will, no children
I leave behind everything that I had
Which was nothing
Which is torment
Which is pain I can't sustain
Which means the end
For all the regrets In my brain
Three days have now turned too four
How much more can I endure
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