My biggest fear. My biggest failure. They are the same thing, the pain, the suffering, the blame, the guilt, the shame. Something I would like to erase but its in permanent ink. I wanna look away man, it takes my heart in a blink. Like a ship it makes my heart sink. Losing my mind is something I can’t see. I can’t afford it man I’m a freak. Cant escape this thing, that has been hunting me down, I weep. I run so fast man I always speed, down this endless street. That doesn’t even go anywhere it doesn’t lead, to anywhere useful just the footprints left by my feet. I circle around man this addiction just eats. Feeds off my body, rapes what I reap. I sit there losing my air dang I cant even breathe. Find the feats that beat and reach inside my scene and rip the page from which I speak. I would fight the monsters, the demons, the murderers, the darkness and I wouldn’t be afraid. But this anti-Prosperity that haunts me, is worse than any ghost I verily say that this battle was fairly fought oh please drop me off this barely ought to be what I want, destroy all my thoughts, never-ending mops, cleaning the mess that’s dressed in the shed, something that bled, damn it just fled, down this hall by my bed sits a kid with his hands in his head, crying his eyes out his hands they were wet, covered in slobber that was simply just red, man he didn’t bleed, no he just bled before and again after what he had said.
His mind stuck inside the abyss. Crying till 4 in the morning every night for 2 years. This had an effect imagine all the tears. But it didn’t just rain man lightning struck, something happened in his luck, his mind became something that was. Was more than before, something that cleaned up the tears from the floor, something that fought for the lord. He cleaned up the mess again and again, just to be strong and fight even more. Now he is strong has a shell unbreakable, unphaseable, something he wore. But no it can’t be seen, it brings mindfulness, and the power of being bleak. He sees the light and knows the dark, touches the moon yet hits the night. his flows so smart that no one would know, that he even tried because it was that one night that changed everything for this young knight. Someone of Lone Peak you see all the time yet don’t see his soul bleed, you’ll know who I am soon and forget about those things, you’ll never see me the same after the fear that I have. Nothing more than hell, something I have been running from. Haven’t escaped yet I’m still in its cage, but one day I will simply shake. One day I will finally…shake awake.
