My Beliefs Sift through All That Discourages When I am Adjacent To Happiness
Until Morning
These pains are not real only a figment of the imagination
created by illusions of happiness short lived when in
the morrow it will have turned to sadness an emotional
undertow
Vacant eyes clouded by dark circles shades of the
nights unfolding where delusion and reality pulled
dreams from our minds and stretched fantasy across
like a bridge
In the wake of the morning I feel as cold as the snow
covering the streets outside
The streets are empty
My body flourished in the neon lights dancing there with
beautiful now today has come and I could cry
if my tears would fall but I never let them
Not so unhappy or dissatisfied only hurting from the way
the drug effects me worse than before meaning less each
time the pill is death and I feel heavy
Gone is the night where I played queen
The day brings a sorrowful song in the wind
If my body is not strong enough to push out this breath
or breath in my heart should stop
and I would let it