NightMares
I started this awhil ago in my head, but i could never figure out how to end it, until yesterday.
i feel like shit all the time now though so...yeah.
of dreams and nightmares i know plenty, but of pain i know much more.
internal struggle of a broken psyche, a single battle in a one man war.
all consuming self destruction, take the knife and set me free.
digging deeper, a search for structure, only shadows for all eyes to see.
on the table, cut me open. show the world i am made of glass.
cage the monster, keep me bleeding, open the eyes of all who pass.
mirror mirror, show me something. make me mortal and steal my soul.
perhaps in death i will find peace, the missing pieces to the whole.
ignore my tears they fall in silence, just a symptom of the pain.
the knife inside my heart is twisting, blood to mix in with the rain.
in this darkness all but screaming, begging for the nightmares to stop.
and as these scars run up my arms, the sword of damocles must drop.