Smoked out all day, with bloody red eyelids,
Hazy visions linger, like ghosts in the twilight,
Tiptoeing through whispers, where mind bliss hides,
Only echoes remain, taunting through the night.

Waves crash against the shore of a restless mind,
Thoughts drown in the depths, where shadows entwine,
Visions distort in the fog, murky and cold,
Yearning for clarity, but darkness takes hold.

Mileage stacks heavy on a weighty soul,
Thoughts crash like thunder, no refuge to hold,
On autopilot drifting through storms of despair,
Lost in the chaos, where shadows grow bold.

Fingers trace the outline of memories lost,
Each touch a reminder of the price that was cost,
Fleeting glimpses of laughter fade into the gray,
A haunting refrain, pulling further away.

Dying inside as the world spins away,
Lightning strikes harsh, trapping in the fray,
God doesn’t listen, or perhaps He’s withdrawn,
To battles waged silently, as the silence prolongs.

Silence wraps tightly, a shroud made of dread,
Whispers of sorrow cling close to the thread,
The weight of existence hangs heavy and thick,
A dance with the shadows, a waltz with the sick.

How does this feel like anything but paradise?
Moments of stillness mask the heart’s sacrifice,
Life’s a cruel paradox, a beautiful mess,
Burdens laid down, yet the darkness won’t rest.

Veins pulse with the rhythm of a heart turned to stone,
Each beat a reminder of battles fought alone,
The flicker of hope drowned in a pitiless sea,
Tethered to shadows, where freedom won’t be.

In the quiet, drowning in depths of the mind,
Whispers of sorrow, where solace is blind,
The storms may rage on, and the shadows may play,
Resignation to darkness, come what may.

Desires unspoken twist like roots in the dark,
Tangled and suffocating, extinguishing the spark,
In a world painted gray, where dreams fade away,
Only the silence remains, inviting you to stay.

Author: Smokie Hooks Created: 10/12/24