My words make this melancholy music that you hear
 Shattered, scattered, memories full of fear
 Can’t be heard like suffocating in plain sight
 Can’t find the strength to continue this fight

 Oh lord, my lips cry in my sleep
 Swallowed by my sea that my mind has wrought
 Look at the destruction my life has brought
 Swallowed by my sea of lies
 My ship’s unable to stand
 My heart’s corruption cries
 Corrupted dreams, it seems
 Have crept, while I slept
 Into my corrupted dreams
 Before you go, stay for the show
 This has been a room in a mansion
 Scars turns to rooms in this expansion
 This is my mind, my endless prison
 Doors and locks as a result of my decisions
 Corrupted walls, floors, boards and paintings he adores
 The memories, the wrongs, the regrets
 On full display unwilling to let me ignore

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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