Running scared from fears very true. The darkness creeping, seeping through the skin, my soul, the darkest regions of my mind free to roam. My heart, dear God, my heart grows beyond the cold that which my eyes pierce those who ever venture near. This pain engulfs, the joy burns away, the ice freezes so hot.
Lungs burn, muscles tear, heart bursting with explosion after explosion to keep the visaed in motion. Whispers echo through my mind, drowning out the screams I plea for it all to stop.
Where am I? My head dizzy, body weighted, soul dying.
Why Here? Fighting none but ego, the inner self which pushes for truth, but trials of life bars the way for what would bring true peace to this poor soul.
Who? The masks piled on ad infinitum for every thing, person, and place where we believe is correct in order to protect that which we desire to hide. Me.
"No more," I say to this flight from self. I wish to give in to the darkness that rides me so, haunting my never seen dreams, keeping me awake to ponder the possibilities to finish this task. Yet none is found. Every avenue leads to the start where the pain returns, engulfs, enslaves. Forgive me friends, family, love, and those whose thoughts are fond of me, at least what they do see. I give in, but continue the struggle that sees no end beyond what I could possibly see through the fog of fate with eyes blurred with tears never shed
Fight on my love. Fight to the end with bitter sweet victory in losing my mind, bruising the body, dimming the light of my soul. I wake in dreams I could never grasp or hope to recall. Hope is final, loss expected, gain a simple breeze against the torrent of my sea of emotion virtually untapped. The flood, oh God, the flood that would come if opened.