Psychosis

I can't feel anything.
Just razor blades inside.
They cut at me.
And I can't push them away or put them down.

Blowing holes, like bullets through organs.
And the voices in my head won't disappear.

I am suffocating on my own heart.

And I stop myself from letting myself go.
Out.

How do we find a way to save ourselves...
When we can't ask for help?

Places

In a place where fairytales exist

Only because of creation.

Imagination.

Not in reality.

In a place where love breaks,

But you thought it would last forever.

In a place where time stops,

Because it leaves without us.

In a place where death is just a dream,

Life was precious.

We're all given torches, flashlights.

A map for guidance.

Where do we go when we lose it.

Thinking inside the box, traps you from getting out.

When you know there's no such thing, but here and now.

Don't wish it all away.

Forecast Intuition

Diffused, and lifted.
I curve around the turns.
I escape every entry.
And leave every exit.

You can chase me.
You won't find me.

Up, away and in the clouds.
Silver streaming, silence grown loud.

Rain has become your favourite mirror,
winter approaching, sooner, quicker.

And in the downpour,
You hit head on collision.

No gold came from the treasure.

We Left The Wind

What would I give
To have your kiss?

What I would give
To see the world.

What would you give,
To see me again?

What you would give,
To have nothing.

Is that not what you made me?
I was everything.
You did not see.

The Ego Critic

She tries to take off,
Off the ground and bound to the sky.

Her feet are stuck in ground she cannot break.

Inability to cut her own rope.
Build a noose, that cant get loose.

Her demons fight her, hold her, trap her.
A plant dying for water that won't fall from the sky.

And reality reminds her dreams to go away.
She can't come back to life.

Dropping

Stolen dream
Unachieved.

All the red
I best believed.

Trying and failing.
Cause living = dying.

Pain hurts more than happiness heals.

The pains echo,
leaving smiles drowned.

This is not my home.
I refuse to be..owned.

Painted Pictures

What is it to be alone,
All you question, quivering bone.
What is it to feel within,
Aching regret from delivering sin.
And soon your name is not your own.
Under a fire sky, emptiness sewn.

And every time you tell yourself to fly
But you crash when you land.
Your heart loss was your sense of direction.
A pilot crawling through tinted clouds.

Whirl

I just don't want to think
About you anymore.

Your like ice in my brains.

My thoughts are a constant storm,
But I can't feel a thing.

There is no stop.
Cause soon the sun will rise

The Opportunist Travels

The clouds dance across the sky,
The sway in the air.
Inhale and exhaling wind.

To fly above it, within it.
Only to land beneath it.

On gravitated, eroding lands.
And rising bodies of water.

But a land among dreams, to hold you.
We must watch you go now.
Lock fear in a drawer,
And fasten courage to your seatbelt,
Ignite the wings.

And here comes take off.