a frame, a landmark
an historical event
a night of darkness that consumes me
engulfed in the shadows
dreary rays of sun that no
longer have their shine
an image without the color
a world of black and grey
a loss of warmth
a welcome from the cold
a sign that's posted
a life now on display
a heart that's feeling
but losing touch
reality sinking, the dreams that die
the red that comes, my blood that spills
my label, my insecurity
the happiness I will never have
a rug now being lifted
a mask that comes to shatter
the fragments, the pieces of
me I don't want to see
the door that locks me in
the past I can't embrace
a face that's lost it's hope
a smile that turned to frown
the nightmare from my dreams
the corpse I lay before you
a walking death, a walking spirit
the day from Halloween
the ghost among the living
the shell of what I'm hiding
a bleeding soul, a bleeding body
the coffin that I've made
a suicide's dance, a note that ends
the mental suffer, the mental hell
emotional chaos, distress that builds
just depression, just my pain
a place of fear, a place of sorrow
a patient in my home
no consent, no understanding
no permission and no guidance
nothing to look up to and nothing to become
