Signs of the weary mind
Wearing a facade of happiness in passing time
Death gropes to find you in the darkness
But to no avail
Youth is still upon you
Hiding you in a veil,
From yourself and others
Lovers and brothers
Wishing for death to find you.
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Lovers
For me memories are like ghosts that haunt the perimeters of my conscious mind, often making me feel ill at ease when I don’t even know why. The more upsetting memories are like demons that torment me from the depths of my unconscious mind, bringing up flashes of painful experiences when I’m least prepared for it and my defences are down. Both want to fill me with self doubt and self hatred and sap every ounce of confidence I once might have had, to leave me an utterly shattered and blithering wreck in the shambles that my life has become. And yet the more I […]