Tonight, as Memories stream like pale fading dream;
Broken soul laments while withering her
pillow.
Amidst the aporia
of muted screams;
He suffocates while listening to his inner
voice.
Feel alone, feel hopeless, and feel lost.
His depression grows though more;
His crumbling consciousness seems callous.
Nightmares haunt him to their core,
And his dreary mind a demon palace.
He stayed up all night staring at the empty
ceiling;
Feels hollow and hopelessly lost.
Yet, danced with the demon not knowing the
cost.
He looked for help, found none.
Mocking him as a misfit, others smiled as he
bleeds;
As to them, he is a joke from a comic.
Yet, he decorates his pain though with art.
Hidden his tears behind a mask to fake
smile.
-RKM