Pitch black,
no light in sight.
Arms reaching all directions,
Feeling for anything.
Nothing found,
no sound,
Subconscious under attack.
Nothing feels right.
No time for reflections.
Body seized, possession,
an abyss of hatred.
Soul’s indiscretion,
my misdirection.
Hidden face it’s complicated.
It feels like Satan.
Now I'm isolated.
Pills, liquor, drugs just faded.
If I can’t feel anything,
I wont feel the pressure.
Quelling my inner hatred.
Smile, smile, smile,
Unconvinced.
Just smile like a jester.
Nothing within.
©gingy
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