It's been a long night, the moon is moving on
a puzzle of feelings left untouched...
Depression is silent,
Yet the loudest feeling ever felt...
I lied in bed all morning,
thinking about all the things...
You who laugh at poetry and shy from anarchy,
claiming logic while lurking in shadows...
Tearing up paper, playing with paint
that I must do when dealing with certain feelings...
I thought I had cracked it.
however...
I’ve become a prisoner-
A hostage...
It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated...
There’s a marionette inside my heart,
Tangled into knotted string...
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain...
Alone;
Drowning in an ocean of a million people, I feel...
I just have to write,
The urge has been in my heart and fingers for a...