The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

I can not shake this weirdness, I struggle to make it feel all right I can no more see the reasons why than my simple, human, eyes can see at night. I long to find the answers like they're written in your eyes Promises are always made forever but even forever lies! The velvety black of darkness cloaks over my rising sun heaven knows not what it has taken or cares who it was taken from. It never has to be spoken because it's all written here on my skin branded like a scarlet letter confessing all my sins. Often times it goes unspoken for there is no sacred space burying tragedy beneath comedy while misery slowly takes their place. should I choose not to fuel the flames of jealousy and spite means I've given up my passion and my ability to fight.

Nothing is perfect here the walls have always been cracked and peeling so many boxes packed inside lined up from floor to ceiling. Storms have beat against the outside and some storms rage inside these four walls are stronger than they seem there's so many places one can hide. Many have knocked at my door but few are let inside moths and spiders sneak in all the time and they will not go no matter how many times that I have tried. Forced to live side by side with the ghosts that also roam the halls their voices like music that's far away, soft and mumbled but I can always hear their calls. There's dust that never settles here and there are pictures that no one else was meant to see trapped inside this house where none of us are free. The rain easily seeps inside, it's drafty and sometimes hot the outside is painted and perfect pretending to be something it is not. No matter how cold the winter gets my heart will not go numb to try and forget the pain is to deny where I ...