The disassociation Of peaceful, normal communication. Constant humiliation, And chemical pacification.
These are my days, And I have lost all my ways. So for now, I'm stuck within this phase.
My means of interaction, Has now turned to pure reaction. Wearing impulse on my sleeve is my latest fashion.
An inability evaluate the mess, Clean up the rest And be happy with what's left.
It's actually very simple, And I don't have to be that nimble. I just have to be an example A sample Of what mental strength can do to life's bazaars- The walls it can break, And paths it will forever make.
I can make this choice. I still can hear my voice. My darkness tries to bury it in mental silence, And my body tries to smother it in senseless self-violence.
To live and compose, Or give up and decompose. These are my choices, And I choose to express my voices.
Alucarda Incarnate · Fri Jul 31, 2009 @ 10:28am · 0 Comments |