A delirious man I am, Coasting through a porous dream. Plotting a journey of apathy, Empathy long gone, Saturated with a morbid sense of belonging. This elope is between me and your past. So I put the noose in a paper bag. The thin walls reminding me Of the itch on my neck. The glimmer of light smothered by reality, Snuffed out of existence by your cold embrace. My amnesiac conscience knocking on your door, Begging for safe passage. Depraved of rest I am not, Though a nap is what I longed for. I ploughed through heaps of expectations Just to make you smile, Just to let you know I my worth. But now I lay in the wasteland Of my own success, Tripping on my heavy legs Till kingdom comes . My insomniac body protesting, Aching for the sweet release That only death can provide. The nectar of freedom trickled down my face, Reaching my lips, sewn shut By my constant brooding, Yearning for a taste of the promised haven. All is well in the promised land. For I am lost, not to be found, But to be buried. I rip off yet another page on the calendar. Picking myself up from the ends of purgatory, Yelling out profanities as I rebuild My flesh and soul, seared By your empty promises. Every cell painfully and painstakingly reassured That the pain never lasts. But the true test lies at night. As the world slumbers my spirit awakens; And as my mind sleeps, my heart took control. Leveraging every heartache and treason, Skinning my optimism alive, Emphasizing my fear of life, Condemning me to seek refuge. Numbing my inner voice, crying out, Asking it to stop. Kneeling, begging to be executed. But as dawn comes, My mind is sane and my heart is subdued. And I rose once again in victory. Prepping my armory With boldness and endured sufferings, Pleading my soul to stay focus, Planning for my next battle with Melancholia. Living yet another day Of despondency.
