Confused. Never have I been more confused.
I sit alone with my thoughts, interactive.
Consumed in thought, being thrashed around.
Feel the chronic pain of being bruised.
The weight of lies and words misused.
Do you hear that? That approaching sound?
The sound of the doors slamming shut?
I want to hear the doors.
The sounds are always distorted.
Warped like the world when seen through a raindrop.
I wonder if the sound is sharp when they close.
If the rain slows and you’re on top.
I feel like I’m being torn.
The demon and angel fighting to take over.
As the battle continues my soul is worn.
And when the war ends I’ll thank my lucky clover.
As the world spins it is still.
I escape through a door.
The sound is sharp and painless.
I look up and search for something more.
Something pure. Something stainless.
Stars.
Stars are all I see.
I find myself and get lost in their beauty.
Fate is a curious being, whom I trust.
Who has given me faith and a reason to lust.
