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Save Me

 Speaking on days on wish I didnt reminese, its creeping out the darkness like its black mist; Holding my own isn't compared to the demons that hide in my crevices,


Drenched in all black with soulless eyes, like the demon who deprived the souls, I took a step forward but the enemy that attacked; looking back I caught a glimpse of my bullshit and hated every image of that;

Thinking that maybe I was the problem and what did I acquire from this so called desire;  Love is what they called it but I was more blinded and scarred from bad habits, I became my own disaster of this tragic love pattern;

Taking in the rays of the sun I get burnt, giving up was only a chapter until life thru a curve ball and that didn't matter, because I stumbled and crumbled in to a ball and watched as darkness falls;

I became who I wasn't some one sunken, as if some one had switched minds and created lines and lines of lies that creeped silently in to my mind; I was replaced by some one who wanted a host just to coast and see the view;

I was used confused and abused but, my reputation above all, I thought was fearless and greater than the painted picture I saw or maybe I am just a shadow, a figment of this world or some ones post traumatic medication but some how I'm still stranded waiting on my feet to be planted.

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