Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28428152-20180406194021

Not even sure I should even post this. Not sure I would post this as a page if it met QS. But whatever. It's from 2015, a time when I was in a different mindset.

Shattered glass

Never to pass

“Think, think, think,” they say

All I hear is the blue jay’s cay

White-washed walls

Burning halls

“Death, death, death,” they chant

But I know I can’t

Concrete skulls

Charging bulls

Change, change, change I want

Shunned for defiance of the monk

Misery, lies and pain

I never want to wake again

Rapture, rapture, rapture I long

My will to die away with the gong

I’ve tried it once, but never once more

All I want is to see O’Moore

No, no, no!

I don’t ever want to go!

Fading blood-red skies

I can never shed a tear from my cries

Hark! Hark! Hark! Dissociation lost

Never! But what is the cost?

Armeg, I foresee

Sore as the baby who teethes

Ne’er, ne’er, ne’er the happiness

In the mirror is tired ugliness

A towering tower, atop I want to be

To be free and freely breathe

Tombs, tombs, tombs, I am entrapped

My confidence I lack

The Sphinx is my only hope

For my damaged mind to barely cope

Dark, dark, dark is my sea

To the end, I want to be 