From the corners of madness;
The darkness that follows.
Insanity I follow to serve less-
Sanity, am holding on to myself,
From falling into the void.
Running in circles through fantasy,
Hey self, where you going?
What are you doing?
Pieces of you all over the floor,
Bits of your thoughts on the wall,
Have you seen your soul ?
Lost in my mind.
Dreaming and dreaming,
Losing myself.
It's hard, it's beauty in itself,
The crazy, the screams,
Horror it seems.
I'm falling through the void.
Free fall through my mentals,
Memories, fear, through the sections,
Of time past.
Am trying to dream,
Of time to come.
But my voice is shouting,
You can't win this !!!
Reality distorted,
Broken channels,
Broken windows,
Faded paths,
pain baths.
My nerves crying,
My body feeling weak,
Days pass, it's a week.
Gone, going,
Time ticking,
Tell me, will I be okay ?
Am on an adventure.
Am on an adventure.
On my way to heaven.
YOU ARE READING
THE WILLOW TREE
PoetryIt's a struggle for my sanity through a moment of rage and out of space, psychetry is my build as I layer my truths, it's a journey, the second trip
