Posts Tagged ‘manic’

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Thoughtless it seems
Disenchanted with life
Negative balance on thoughts saved
Hollow and void of mechanics
The case sullen gray and lifeless
Opake windows misty and vague
Form limp lays slumped in place

They know not the battles
No one sees the waring factions
Dark mirky mists cloud all around
Outsiders laugh and point
Tattling about thier opinions
Louder and louder
Spreading thier bile and septic thoughts
No one stops to think
Nor reassurances hand laid down
Where is the conform and splice

Reality and passions
Tumble and roll
Punch after punch thrown
Screams and moans the only sound
Never heard or seen
Scars internal mount up
External preasures build
Family,tasks,work and self
Plummet by the wayside
Blame firmly placed on self

Where is the solitude
The freedom of civility
And joy of normalities pleasure
Who stole our smile
The light from our eyes
And hope from our dreams
The sun does it shine
Has the world been thrown into darkness
Or is it just me
Pass me the light
Send the lifeline of peace
No longer can we select the path
Choice has fled our sanity

We the warriors
Don’t fear the dark
But strive Dailly for light and peace
The civilised routes and pleasures
So no one has to suffer our pain alone
Support and comfort
Are our swords gilten edges
Our armour is our safety zone
We ware it with pride
Because of necessity and preservation
The wars victory will be ours
No matter the time or sacrafices

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In dispares lap we nestle alone and confronted by fears

Mists of regret and confussion engulf or sanctity within

Wracked with pain,longing and turmoil we search for freedoms gate

Seeking help from all sources we scream as loud as we can

The dipressions fog mutes any sound ommitted from our soul

Seperation from humanity takes a stranglehold of lifes energy

Drained and nulified we limply slump deeper into solitudes dipressiveness

The costumes and masks we wear dipict serenity and happiness

Confusing and deceptive windows that society sees through

Thoughts of the end and journey too peace fill our heads

Knives in hands and nooses around necks we fill contemplations cup

Taking pills from the cupboard we count and watch

Dark mired soulless vessel dipicting the light sincere loathing of self

Nobody comes the assistance required invisible and gone

What can we do but sit here and scream louder and louder

Then silence falls deafening and final
is this how it ends alone and dark