time and punishment
I cant seem to cross this void in my mind that gets darker and deeper and I am lost in its wary controls, yellow, orange, white, spilling blood with each metaphor. So much I think about change and changes and the future. So much I think about causing pain, taking revenge, biting into you. Tearing your flesh, screaming, digging into you. Different victims, different tortures, different motives. Different sympathies outwitted by daring nature, I fail to comply and enter a cage where the heart, my heart, is at war with this anger. This rage. This grip so tightly around my mind, seething below a proud exterior, the publics eye takes its notice, but this temporary greed it feeds on spills out into the night as I master its insufficiencies, this world right now means nothing. My red eyes in sight through the fog of the dream, glancing in its near fascination and fear of this you I have chosen, wont you keep away forever, help me let you go, let you fall. My capabilities of piercing shock through its dreading revenge, revenge, revenge, revenge, I could never hold your throat, the dream and the anger last the distance of thought, buried in havemenots and young ravenous murder of time. This confusion drowns in you, emptying into the drains of your impossible existence and my glimmer of hope bouncing off the light of its blade, taking time to shut the door quietly