The agony won’t stop.
The darkness pervades my mind in erupted bursts of discolor.
It’s driving me under.
My feelings are clustered in packs of black; that tears me apart, I shutter.
The theory that men are supposed to be always strong is a false story; curse who made that claim.
I am alone, with no one home, dark thoughts thoroughly pervades my brain.
As I strain, to pour my feelings into this poem.
I find strength that is my own.
I just wish it was brighter as it is shown.
I want to roam the streets in search for an elixir.
I can’t fix her…
She’s turned harsh, harsher than the coldest winter.
I can’t sense her, generally speaking what happen to the divinity in her.
I can’t get her.
I’m chatting to myself, wishing for a partner and companion.
To do life with, because the darkness is cancer.
And I am stronger from you, divine woman.
In my past, I know I shouldn’t…
Have broken a heart or two.
I had no clue, karma would bite as tooth.
The feeling’s cruel, and rips me too.
But I promise to love, I promise I’m true…
This time around, I’ll be down.
This time around, you have the crown, dear Queen.
This feeling is mean, partially good —-
Teaching me all that I need to know,
& Helping my soul to grow.