Fire stones rip through my daydreams

Strong holds

Schemes and tactics

Screams

My name

And life never seemed the same

Winter brought pain froze still up against this game

It was an evil twist

Loving you beyond the bliss was a wicked kiss

That blamed him, her and daddy

For all of this

My heart missed every season

I thought it was you that gave life meaning and reason

But winter stayed

And each beat in my heart was hollow and delayed

Bottomless floors

And empty doors

Were prolonged

For way too long

Until winter

And snow flakes

Froze still

Upon my lips

Where a thousand rips

That brought lessons

To this season

 

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I see you walking through my reality

Pushing me through the earth tryna’  make sense of the rain

My brain says stay asleep and your voice says something about me has changed

Scared to pass and yet so afraid to stay

This scar has taken my voice, my soul, everything I love and value away

The rip down my spine lets me know

I’m on the edge of heaven or hell

I can hear

Your voice

Awakens me

You awaken me

My harsh reality

Awakens me

That I am sleep to your touch

I want to wake up but

The drugs have me  heavily sedated and I’m sleeping too much

I’m slipping through this IV

Please heal my broken limbs

I’d do anything right now to be home

Comfortable

With my family

Instead I’m laying here

Half dead

Afraid

In this hospital bed

With a bleeding

On my brain

And I am powerless

“Art hurts

Art urges voyages

– and it is easier to stay at home.”

“Be careful what you swallow

Chew!”

 

 

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