There are no clinking chains around my wrists.
And I'm not locked up in a cage.
But I am kept captive by my own thoughts,
Trying to hopelessly turn the page,
To escape the irreparable mess they make.
With the crooked vision walking through life,
I stumble over every new day.
Failing horribly to keep my back straight and hoping I wouldn't be led astray.
Thin pale skin is hiding a plague inside, yellow sand is stuck in the veins.
Ghostly trace of a lie on my lips.
Don't look in my eyes and tell me how it's great to live.
Today
I am the main course for the demons' meal.
And I would dream of getting out of quicksands and still
It's too late to keep throwing sticks at me.
The demons are chewing on my flesh that's ill,
Poking my sides with sharp nails.
At my losses they show teeth when letting out an ugly laugh;
They judge me with just their black eyes.
I miss my past and the days which could have been,
I miss that nonchalant girl who liked to live.
She laughed so easily, loved the world.
She dreamed of the people and I could have sworn
That her friends weren't yet gone,
Replaced by tears and scars on her soul.
I am all drained now; the bits of last hope like a last leaf in the fall
Fell to the ground and got stomped on.
Dozens and thousands times, like it was nothing at all.
It was torn apart, buried under the sands
Without any grave left.
I should be running towards the sunrise, drink cheap liquor in the twilight,
Create art, be inspired, have fun,
Chase after my fate down the tortuous path while I'm so young.
And in the grey mass of sheep I should paint myself red.
But I can't make myself.
My body is just a vessel
For an eternal cold night in Sahara desert.
No one will stretch their arms inside.
But if you dare to try...
Stop, and think. Don't rush things.
The sand flows through hands and carried by wind it clogs up your eyes.
You can't grow a garden or build a house inside.
In this darkness you can't even see the moon.
You'll get lost.
With the sand you'll dissolve, crying out my name,
But I won't help.
Because I'm not there.
And I want to scream "Run!" at you.
To shelter, to save,
To lock you into the chains and know
You are kept safe.
But I yearn for the touch with all I have left
And I know that you are the next.
Charmed by the hand of the merciless love,
You won't step back.
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Submitted June 19, 2019 at 02:20PM by allie_mayfield http://bit.ly/2ZE6VlP
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