gypsychic

There is a struggle inside, That I can not hide. A pain within, That will not dim. Expanding outward, Breaching the skin. The battle rages, As it breaks from the cages. So much pain I am feeling, Every inch, scarred and searing. Creeping from the deepest pores, The darkness I am fearing. Pouring out at a rapid pace, I realize now I'm losing this race. Draining so quickly away, I fade, wishing that I could stay. The darkness consumed all that I was, Now the pain has nowhere to stay. A dry empty husk is all that remains, Nothing left behind but the stains. Drifting above, on top of a cloud, A peace of mind yet to be found. Free from the to

The mind can be a sanctuary, Light and calm and free. Or it can be a prison, Down deep in the dark, Lost without the key. With the luxury of freedom, The mind will flourish and grow. Though when stifled by the darkness, The mind begins to slow. The darkness all consuming, Inked scribbles on the wall. Graping at cracks around for climbing, The possibility of escape so small. For when you climb, the path is steep, There is great risk of a mighty fall. With ones life placed in the balance, An inner strength must be revealed. A decision has been made, For ones fate to be unsealed. With great difficulty and striff, The endless climb begins, In ho

The harvest moon is out to night. Shining brightly in the dark. A cool night glow, a beacon of hope. But there are those that come out at night. Those that hide the pale moon light. Creatures shrouded in darkness. Sultry voices seducing you into the deep. They are the ones that come out at night. They do not fear darkness. They embrace the chill, the emptiness. They would come out to pull you in. Though I would never let them. Every night they would surface, searching. They would try to take me to their domain. I fought to keep them away. Though I could not fight forever. One night I was taken, weakened by pain. They pulled me under, into t

Sometimes I feel like there is a custody battle going on inside me, over my body. My head and my heart fighting, like a game of tug of war, leaving me war torn and battle scarred. When the dust has finally settled, after many years of fighting, what will be left? Will I still be standing strong, or will I be reduced to a pile of ash and bone? Only time will tell.

The moon will not wax or wane, For time has stopped. Time has stopped for you. The tree’s will not dance in the wind, So still they will stand, For time has stopped. Time has stopped for you. The tide will not kiss the beach, The water will not feel the sand today, For time has stopped. Time has stopped for you. One thing in this world will never stop, You will keep moving, keep fighting. You are a warrior, you can’t stop. Because you give me hope

Night’s lack of light. It’s feels so right. Don’t fight. Dance in the dark. Make your mark. Under the stars. Forget your scars. Watch the moon. As it falls to its doom. So come home soon. For it’s night time noon. The sun will soon rise. To its fullest size. As night comes to its demise. And when you return. The sun will burn. As embers fiercely churn. The dark taunts with its cool, silky voice. Pulling you in as if you had no choice. You wait for when the darkness comes. And to the darkness you will succumb.

A darkness rises over the horizon. The damp dark, seeps into my bones. A thick fog creeps, clouding my mind. Unable to focus, to think, the darkness consumes my inner most thoughts. I can feel my light beginning to fade. As the darkness burrows deeper into my soul, it snuffs out my inner fire. My only wish is for my soul to be free, and my spark reignited. Drastic measures are seeming more plausible, more logical. I would stand on the surface of the sun to sear the darkness away. If the sun were to burn away the darkness, would it destroy me as well? Trading one hell for another. The dark void would be destroyed, but I would lose my true s

My vision impaired, blurry, as they well up with salty tears. Uncertain of my direction, of the way out I run. With the crunch of leaves, and snapping of twigs under my feet I must be running through the wood. My heart is racing, pounding out of my chest, but I know I can not stop. I have to escape this place, for there is a darkness here. There is something sinister vying for my body, mind, and soul. As I run searching for my way to escape, I can feel there gaze upon me. With every turn they get ever closer. I can feel them closing in. I’ve ran the course, there is no where left to run. Trapped in a corner, the darkness encloses ar

The masses move around so freely, Going about their lives. The consistency of their monotony, Creates a world that thrives. They move through time and space, As if it were a breeze. An ability to take and release a breath, With the greatest of ease. Mirroring the masses, I go about my life. I wear a mask, with painted face, To blend within any time or place. As a master of disguise, I hide in plain sight. If only they knew, How hard I have to fight. When all of those around me, Are pleasantly at peace. The battle for my mind, Never seems to cease. I find myself frantically, Trying to catch my breathe. When with every exhalation, I get closer

Weeping willow you sway in the wind. Your movements so fluid they suduce. A sense of serenity surrounds you. Though every night you weep. You show such strength. Yet I know not why you weep. It must be deep within your rings. All the layers from your past. The bark you wear is rich and dark. Though also marked with scars. The burden you must carry. That same darkness is inside me. There’s no need for fear sweet willow. We share a life the same. Both scarred, and stained, I know your pain. I weep with you now, willow dear. We weep to cleanse our souls.