The Blackness

[Mike Wrecka]

TOPIC: "The Blackness"



when my feelings are hurt, im the type that's forgiving,
but after what happened, life just isn't worth living/
in the beginning, I was trying to weather the storm,
now im drowning in tears, wishing that I had never been born/
cant escape these mistakes, so whenever im wrong,
I concave and collapse, from the all the pressure that's formed/
incomplete, the trash heap, is where my endeavors belong,
held a flower too tight, despite being severed by thorns/
wish I was better informed, thought I was clever and strong,
but wasn't on the right track, look back I was lost all along/
being forcibly torn, off the path I was taking,
used to smile and laugh, to mask the fact I was breaking/
now my pride is creating, no escape plan,
im violently shaking, and my mind is a waste land/
people say stop and think, but food for thought tastes bland,
try to pull myself together, and immediately face plant/
as a kaleidoscope of colors, falls and fades away,
all that remains on the palette is fifty shades of grey/
and im afraid the suns betrayed, my emotional state,
I take comfort in the darkness, at night lay awake/
and I can never erase, these scars that im left with,
mementos from this monumental moment thats momentous/
feeling friendless, and tremendously out of place,
like a warthog trying to circumnavigate outer space/
and im out of shape, sedentary, don't feel like moving,
crying in the fetal position, all days what im doing/
in a way sometimes losing, my will to move on,
the blackness erupts so abrupt, and makes me feel calm/
after the bomb, dropped, got no reason to leave,
just want to grieve, hyperventilate every time that I breathe/
my hearts under siege, turns black as it cracks,
the love of my life is deceased and I cant get her back/