The Darkest Place

Somewhere between the Love & Trust I gave you, I can feel the darkness rising from the ashes.  The ashes of pain, I thought I had buried deep inside. I feel disconnected from my soul, and the faith that awakens my spirit every morning. 

You say you love me, I feel your love but then you create memories of lies, and disrespect. Where is the truth? Where is the love? Where are the feelings that we once shared so deeply? All I see is us moving backwards in time. Will I ever be able to lay down on our earth, and feel the world turn? 

Morning to Night, Midnight to Magic. The illusions of Life create the perfect picture. I know you do not care about my feelings. I also know my feelings are not reality. They are a twisted perception created by my sub-conscious. I'm being pulled in a million different directions, by a million fucking people, so the laws of gravity do not allow me to move forward. Hell I can’t even breathe. 

So this silent question lingers in the air: Is it time? Is it time to go to the darkest place? There no one can reach me, see me, hear me, feel me, touch me or hurt me. I'll be safe, but I'll be alone. 

Is it time yet?

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