captainomalley

Halfway is not halfway, not really You say you'll meet me but your words are empty and your body won't budge Our communication consists of wildly contrasting visions with bleeding colors And where you see a ceiling and walls, I see a sky and an endless field I actually think you've sat in the same spot since birth While I've been racing my own shadow and reinventing and questioning Everything I encounter, everything I touch, be it timidly or recklessly You've never moved from that cushion And you judge my pace, my distance, my destination Speaking flatly with a silver spoon on your tongue "In spite of-" you remark sleepily, eyes shut But to

I’ve been enclosed in these brick walls for many a night I share their space with a bundle of light and nervous energy Dwelling in my lack of sanity was never much of a blight Sometimes I see dark figures in our home of fallow “Don’t worry about it.” she muses “All that we are is ethereal. Nothing here casts a shadow.” I hear an ensemble of callous voices when we slumber “Nothing to fear.” she whispers “They don’t even know what it is they outnumber.” The inside is filled with a bone-biting freeze “It’s alright.” I hear her state calmly “The cold puts

Why are you making it difficult Frustrated words from more capable minds And yet still do I trail behind Discouraged, when will they ever get a pleasant result And it’s easy is just an empty phrase Mites and worms have burrowed through my skull Munching at what’s left until they’re full At home like drunks at a cabaret Don’t ask me who I am I’m not sure Your reality, to me, is too obscure In the day I’m a lion but at night I’m the lamb I can’t take what’s mine alongside something so crippling Nothing was made for my incapacitating insanity I was born of chaos and catastrophe It’s

My first breath of air was obstructed by a tightening around my neck My introductory sight as, struggling for oxygen, I emerged from the womb: “Misery” in every written language since the dawn of man etched into the back of my eyelids The preceding years were spent in unison alongside grief Grief for oneself, a rather common feeling when one's circumstances are unfortunate Peace was an alien concept to a child like me Then, without being able to prepare, my weary mind said unto me, "Eventually you will stumble upon the right path on your passage through this confusing life And purpose will be made as clear as the water of spring

The devil isn't a bright red, horrendous beast With a tail, a pitchfork, and horns He doesn't appear grotesque, not in the very least Though deception is something he adorns I've met the devil He’s not quick and sudden, but rather slow and manipulative He works quietly and steadily eases his way into what’s vulnerable Your mind is feasted upon ‘till it’s no longer rehabilitative He disguises himself as breathtaking and desirable It’s untrue what they say That he’s burning with heat Though he can conjure fire at his fingertips To briefly warm your body and soul By bringing them to your trembling lips And

This world is one I roam With sore and tired feet Continue to move forward The past is made obsolete Many things have been made apparent to me In the most painful of ways Survive with what I can Everything else decays Never let that will soften Rule of thumb: The only acceptable time to rest Is when it’s done And when it is I will rest peacefully forever You be sure to hold the mourning Only in dark weather After I am through There will be one last job to be finished To be sure that my life Will be one left undiminished I will hunt down that hellhound Wearing fur as black as coal And I will tell that demon at the crossroads That he

A trailer in the country when I was very young Strange noises and towering phantom hounds in moonlit fields The first time I was chased by something that wasn’t there I was filled to the brim with terror A dismal little residence as a child Dark figures barely escaping my view and birds stuck in walls Avian skeletons resting in the dead grass of our backyard and unearthly growls outside my window in the eerily silent night For years a little girl in a white nightgown would visit me I would ask her questions while she stood at the edge of my bed shrouded in a pale mist She never answered me but she cleansed me of my fear A bleak and gl