Black

The night calls me,
Sings and whispers to me,
And tells me to hold my head.

Systems lock,
And demons bleed,
The world begins to scream and scream.

Can't hear,
Can't see, Can't Dream
Ad thing begin to mix it seams.

The whispers I wonder,
When again,
Do I begin and the black comes in.

***

Nightmare plague,
Hidden Lies I can not find,
And worlds beyond my one true age.

Fantasy bled on the real,
And cannot find what I wish to seek,
It all overwhelms in all senses.

The happiness I try to find,
Blends into what I run,
While I search a way to die.

The misery seams,
And stiches hide,
What only I can find inside.

***

Cannot run,
Cannot leap forward,
Stillness holds me.

If I try,
I will live,
But I will die.

Mystic forces,
Physic turns,
Fear holds.

No sense in running,
Just live,
In sanity as hard as I lie.



***

Try to figure it out,  and ask questions, maybe we all will find a little solace.

"Nothing lives and Nothing dies, but we all must listen to it."

ISA