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Dark, Demented, Devious, Depression, Disillusion.
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see. Can you see behind the eyes into my soul? Can you see the chaotic glint that entwines my being with reality. The thoughts race around my head. People, emotions, actions. Irrational people who lack control over their own being. Pain and emotions are controllable. They are easy to reign in and pull back, feeling nothing but the numbness that creeps into my soul. Cryptic thoughts flow through my brain like a tornado, ripping away self confidence and replacing it with a new self identity which is barely contained.
Kiss me gently. Hold me tight. I am yours for the moment. You have my being but my soul is locked away. No one is allowed full control. Kiss me. Breathe into me as we kiss. Fill my soul with the passion you feel. Hope makes me long for the feeling again, the disillusioned longing to feel something beside the chaos.
Innocence seems like a far off imaginary ideal, one which vanishes into the night. I have long since become deluded by my own thoughts and actions. The innocence is long gone. When did I lose it? When did the cynicism replace the optimism. The unknown is all I have left. The unknown path is dark and lingers before me. Slowly I must tread into the darkness. Hold for me tightly for a moment, then let me go, for the night is beckoning to return into my chaos alone.
