Shadows hold to no love
There are shadows that smile and shadows that cry.
They cry not of tears but cry for pain.
Filled with laughs as they torture the mind with each eye.
They glide through our heads with no mercy to abstain.
They watch with grins, don’t expect a happy reply.
Never have I felt such eager hate for myself as I listen to these shadows pull with their chain.
Locking my feet to my thoughts as the evil continues to amplify.
I drag my hands across my head gripping strings of hair, I feel, of mental, with no reason to be sane.
I pour my medication from its heavy glass as I deny,
I deny the existence of my life to the beauty that surrounds my heart like a celebration with champagne.
What tortures they bring, what laughs and hate they store away,
But the truth is, I grew them, I shaped them, I spoke them to existence, and that, that is why I cry.