"It is but a torment that bites me
It is like a leech attached to my skin
I try to get rid of it but yet still
It wouldn't allow me to have the breath of true peace
The future is bright, but suddenly the lights fade
It's like snow falling in the month of May
It is a personal struggle in my closet
A loose end of a tap's open end
But this is so draining, my back aching
Suddenly the pains become seriously unbearing
My heart aches but not of anything usual
I don't ache because of love or unknown phrasal
I ache because i can't stand who i see in the mirror
He grins at me with blood all over with fingers, weaker
I become, scared i am, my head hangs down
I never knew this road would be weary
I never knew the weight of such difficulties
Sinisterly i laugh, not me though, my other twin
The mirror man with joker-like costume and a big grin
This moment in time is unexplainable
Didn't i just laugh with The Cesca, so why the heavy fable?
Stress? Overthinking? Heartache?
Or am i turning into an introvert?, big mistake
My mood has changed and become gloomy
I end this on a sad note, while the man in the mirror consumes me"
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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