Lurking in the back of my mind,
Arms reach, far away from my kind;
Always with me, unceasing,
The darkness is consuming;
It casts its silhouette all around,
Keeping me close and keeping me bound;
The light is hard to keep a hold,
When everything I feel is cold;
Only to stay afloat and not drown,
What to do when you are dragged far down;
It keeps calling me to remain,
Maybe I should give in to pain;
Put the rest of my sanity on the altar,
Steal far away all the is my greatest falter;
And release what all is caged inside,
The dangerous demons not defied.
The world is dark, full of hate,
Only growing stronger, as of late;
Should it be you or me,
Every one of us should flee;
There is no more white and black,
I sincerely wish we could go back;
All the time, we fall short,
Each one of the failing courts;
The world is on fire, crumbling down,
Leave it be at sea, let it drown;
Nothing can save the world,
Not even those who are bold;
Close your eyes and count to ten,
Open your eyes and see the pen;
Locked in your enclosure tight,
No escape for you tonight;
Hope you came prepared,
For what you dared;
Leave nothing on the moors,
Take everything that is yours;
See you later, hopefully soon,
You can sing your favorite tune;
Do not save your breath,
All that is left is your death.
Everything I see, It is killing me; Nothing to say, It slips away; My mind gets lost in the night, What am I doing in this fight; Faces blur, forgotten names, Meeting people, all the same; Cannot wake up from this mist, Telling me all that I missed; Trapped in this daze, Escape from the haze; Slowly disappear, Run into the fear; Cannot leave this hell, Stuck deep in a well; Clawing my way up, Slide into a rut; Leave me there, In their care; Go on home, Let me roam; Forever till I die, I am about to cry; Several visitors for a while, They can see that I am quite riled; A question for the few, Who are all of you?
Short or Long stories to fill the time. There are even poems.