This is my cry for help
A song that will never see the day of light
This is a body of broken bones
Disjointed limbs unraveled red
This is a drop of desperate antidote
Save me from unrequited therapy
This is recovery and this is madness
A song that will never see the day of light
These are unanswered conversations
A drowned voice hallowed through the sounds
These are flightless words
Of disjointed sentences and defiled sanctuaries
These are frames of the minors
The forsaken and the forgotten and the ascendant
These are people and these are ghosts
A drowned voice hallowed through the sounds
These are chains, these are bars
These are my scars,
And these are images of my delusional descent
This is confinement, this is prison
This is false passion,
This is my lonely smile during times of sorrow
Leave me with loving memory
Hold on tight and I'll follow
Look through the pills and the voices
And see that all is true and clear
This is false passion,
This is my lonely smile during times of sorrow
This is my cry for help
A song that will never see the day of light
Nov. 2017
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Stay Oblivious, Be Oblivious
PoetryOblivion The unknown we all don't want to think about But truly we all fear it It is only when people disappear That they realise Obliviousness is not the end.
