MajesticRaro

When my eyes are closed, I am still living, and reminiscing within, the world of dreams. Where disappointment, and fear are temporary, and happiness and content, are eternally with me. Dreams within which, I always have control. A place where all else, can be forgotten about, or confronted if I wish. I am confident in knowing, that all negative feelings, can be dispelled before wake, and all the ones I wish to keep, remain with me in all realms. Nearing consciousness I smile. Childlike fantasies can still be seen. I open my eyes to a new day, where Depression sternly waits. He's angry of my leaving him, of my forgetting

Forwards Backwards It's all the same Do you know which you are? Continue Thirst for dry Wish to not Count down to the beginning Restart At the end

So beautiful In first form So tempting to have the power to take the power and destroy it wish to cause corruption Be careful what you wish for? Something So simple So unique So delicate Will you make it Complex Cause it to Conform Touch it and cause it to break Better? Pure Fresh Easily soiled Will you Would you Should you Can you

Are you aware? Awareness is optional you know Do you know what's happening? Because it is Do you choose to not know? Crack Of what? Snap You hear it? Break Do you know? Flick You see it? Rip Can you tell? Drip Do you dare?

Posture - so revealing But do they see? I cross my legs Body posture Do they notice? Turn away a bit Body posture Can they tell? Keep my arms close Body posture Are they aware? I keep quiet Insecurity Have they noticed?

They are But I'm not . . . I can't Walking among people So many people But I don't see them I'm not even aware that they exist They're all so happy Incredibly happy But I don't sense it I feel alone, shrouded in mist They're all laughing Gleefully laughing But I don't hear it I can hardly hear the tears I shed Some of them dance Such a pretty dance But I can't move I mustn't until the last drop's been bled

Believing is seeing as much as seeing is Believing In a room, surrounded by daisies Bright lights and colors Enough to suffocate you But all I see is darkness I feel death in place of life Solitude instead of surrounding comfort In my eyes the flowers are dead The specks of light are replaced By ashes I sulk amidst morbidity Unable to see that I'm supposed to Be dancing among childlike joys Pure serenity and content does not exist in my reality Though it is everywhere near myself My mind is dark and fragile In a world of strength and light

These flashbacks / send me into a fit of mental anguish / Something's wrong / Something's wrong / Something's not right / I know there's something missing / Something terrible / Something horrifying / Horrifying enough to kill me / I KNOW there's something missing / from my immediate recollection / of the whole ordeal / What did he do to me / What has he done to me / Why am I not hurt by the memories of her? / Something else happened / I know it did / Why can't I remember? / I'm shaking / I'm shaking / I need to puke / What's wrong with me? / Fifteen months later / and it affects me worse than ever / What did he do to me?! / I'm shaking / I'm

A dime on the table Reflection in the cobwebs Glimmer in the eyes Thoughts for the dead Smirk upon the lips Psychadelics on the mind Life and death, beauty and filth Intricately intertwined