Darkness clouding my brain, but I am used to this.
I dance with the devil, because I’m used to him.
You took away my childhood, and shattered my brother.
I will slay you with my bare hands, and use your darkness as covers.
I want to snap your soul in halves, and crush it into the ocean.
Coping. I am coping. Coping. I am coping.
Darkness so red and black.
I want to drink you and feel aliveness.
Crying. Shedding. Growing. Lying.
No I am not happy.
I am simply wiser…
We use words so loosely, and I rather be contemplative than the weak link of happiness.
I want to march in mud, and wrestle with demons.
I want to cut the throat of gray.
I want to stretch the day, so the dark night can feel more like restful play.
My waking hours, I pray.
Because the devil preys…
And you can never overtake me.
Jesus, is my father, and he will never forsake me.
