Face of the Dark- Crayon drawing.
Do you know how it is to exist here
Full on emptiness?
Do you understand how much must be bled
When the day ends?
Once the mind must fold up against it’s own darkness?
There is nowhere safe when breath is pain.
There is no other way I can live,
And little it means to me now, whatever you could give –
You wouldn’t anyway.
Spoken the same, all these years I’ve seen no change.
Do you know?
I didn’t think so.
Let me go.
Just when I think I have a clear way out, I find it’s only another turn in the maze.