there existed a life where there's star dust in lives, and nebulas in laughs.
a life happy is beautiful,
and freedom isn't a privilage.
but in this life,
there isn't a day I don't wish the sky is blue, and no longer grey.
i'm tired of playing pretend,
and I don't want to follow the direction of time.
In another world,
perhaps where breathing isn't dying,
i don't have to feel as if living is not a right.
i don't have to exist in a building of caged walls.
I don't have to be coddled,
suppressed,
or smothered.
so I want to live, to triumph.
and I aim straight and shoot,
aim for the stars,
where dreams and wishes glide through space.
i fight,
and i unleash my power,
my monster,
my darkness.
but it isn't for evil,
no.
evil is a darkness unleashed in malice,
and there are different kinds of darkness.
sure there are sins,
but you can't fight a war without a little obscenity.
but maybe I can find my solace in the dark,
maybe silence and inconsistency is all I'm looking for.
maybe if I stand,
if I rescue myself,
i can find a way to kill my past,
rebuild my future and tear apart the world to find myself.
i can be my own hero.
YOU ARE READING
drown the stars
Poetry❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
