Demons

Its a poem about disfunction, loneliness and suffering. A single mans fight with his own demons

Thoughts do circle round a mind that still is steady reeling
Spiraling up towards a blackened portion of my ceiling
Like a putrid decomposing dessicated patch of skin
a necrotizing smile slowly turns itself into a grin
Now you might ask, how can that be?
See seems to me most definitely
Oh yes, certainly
Seems we could be on our merry way straight towards catastrophe
As addicts stuck inside an attic, a labyrinthine design
Self inflicted flagellation is how we would define
Lets not forget the wicked wicked webs that we all weave
The truth you seek is waiting, first your head from shoulders cleave
Sleepless nights and restless days become a blur blend into a haze
Still fighting, hoping, writing, coping, waiting for the better days
To Sweep me off my feet again and vaccinate from older ways
There must be an answer to the question i was told
But searching is much like a miner always looking for his gold
For every push does come a shove and its been this way since days of old
Since the dawn of time, the shadows swallow all the light
Rays of hope will come disguised to always try and set things right
Fear not for the lost
feel nothing for the lonesome son
Because no matter what the cost
His journeys always solitary and not once has he ever
Truly
Won
But the beauty is within the journey, not the destination
So please save your tears and wipe away that look of consternation
All it does is waste the little time that may still remain
Instead ill take you by the hand and maybe we can fly again
Use the stars like stepping stones and dive into the sea
the sea of many faces, all still stare at you and me
But in the sea i see a way, its a free new way to be taken away
who knew today would be so full of what may or may never be
Is this truth or is this more nonsense crafted just for me
Are you Confused?
Dont be
See It is just Murphy’s law what can will happen
usually
just normally not as fast as you wanted it to be
Ok now please tell me something,, are you sad or happy?
Neither?
Well then thats ok, ive run out of things to say
ive run out of ways for me to make a mockery
in rhyme while attempting to make sense of a jumbled, ruined, morbid mind
Now get out, my mind is mine, confined and mined it was til mediocrity
came crashing down upon a mentally defunct, dilapidated morose malcontented mother f****r who will always stand up opposite
Oppose the falsely spoken truths, so tired of all this bullshit
my very soul a shadow pinned oh to hell with yall
im done here, F**K IT