To all my friends and all those I no doubt influence, I dedicate this to you.
Shadows are cast by your eyes
The pinpoints target me
And penetrate my heart like daggers
Is the darkness in my heart so real?
And what must it conceal
The shadows in their tides are turning my friends into enemies
Their words seem so alive, as if they gained sudden sentience
Words so raw that I cannot see those who love me
I’m lost within self-criticism but I never meant to label my soul
Is this how it is to stop breathing?
Someday, I’ll find who I really am
Although my mind drifts through fantasies gates
Someday, I’ll find the reason I never see the value of my thoughts
And let my spirit soar up before it’s too late.
Chaos resounds in a mind that never saw the sunlight
My writing seems so lost to me
A recommendation only to the broken like thee
It’s a distant memory of a soul in reverie.
Never be a martyr for a critical auteur!
Forgive the ways that their words scorched you like red hot bloody ribbons upon your flesh by the light of the waxing moon.
Now crazed and paralyzed on the smoke that burned my heart to ashes
My muse glazed over anew for new works I wrote like silent roaring fires in an empty choir
Stoked by those, who were enflamed by those passionate matches
Other muses came to me and raised praiseworthy responses
Influenced by ghosts in the fog that I tread on no more
Blurry rain forms in my eyes
As my heart is on the line
To all with pointed daggers and angelic whispers
The exorcism has begun of darkened heart, and splintered metal blood
Consumed by rage, a new age dawns
To those who love and those with the strength to carry on.
Does history guide you or do you set out to rearrange it?
Breach and reveal the unseen stigmata of your emotions
Bared underneath waves of self-defeat.
If you are reading this poem, you are adored
Emotions are an inferno in your heart that shall be released
And doubtless many shall ride alongside
So keep writing and never seize
For the dawn of a new age is today, tomorrow and forever