Reminisce until they took over me.
Embarking on through talks, word of mouth
A Common remedy. No denying pleasures,
I’d endeavor until the death of me.
Now I have to walk, ever slower,
it’s the best for me.
Knowing what I do know now,
I see why it was so wrong for me,
So long to be, lost in dialogue
And actions wrong to be… In.
I take a minute just to relax,
Smoke a cigarette or chat,
to my psychiatrist about harming myself.
And yet …
In the back of my own head,
Images that I do dread.
Memories I can’t escape.
Always wishing I were dead.
A tainted picture yet the norm,
Of a fast approaching, devestating
life threatening storm.
And I stand there looking onward,
Paranoia now no more.
As I grasp towards the winds, a sense
of feelings I can’t ignore.
Now the time has come,
Glory overtaking form.
This is life to me.
All through death I can now be reborn.