A Collection of Lost Thoughts

Introduction:
There is a valley that i’m lost in. NO ESCAPE. I think that the walls are closing in
on me. FOREVER LOST. Maybe I should find peace before I leave this realm.
ALWAYS ALONE. I’ll find my way out.

Part 1: The Consuming Darkness

Escape

Run.
Find a way out.
Run.
Don’t stop for anyone.
Run.
They’re chasing you.
Run.
You can hear their footsteps behind yours.
Run.
Their breath is on your neck.
Ru-

You fell victim to the Chase.

You ran, but had no luck in shaking your demons.
Now you reside in a pit of distress.
Never certain when you’ll hear a voice of another human.
Indefinitely Lost.

Addict

There’s a burning bridge.

Wait, don’t look now, father is calling me.
Is it really him, or is it the monster that always seems to find itself out of his fifth
bottle of influence?
No, make it the sixth.
Mark the 7th down as a beast that brings utter catastrophe to my anxious mind.
Father, can you hear me?
The bridge is burning.
Can the monster which lingers in your belittling breath speak on the dangers of
the aroma it leaves in my room once you walk through?
Maybe there’s a demon possessing you.
Ask you how to forgive YOU Father for YOU have sinned.
Because you never taught me what forgiveness was.
Hear these words, Father.
I do not like to hear the foreign tongues the monsters that take turns possessing
you never cease to annunciate.
Nor do I like the helpers that have lost their way out of your mouth, which render
your chewing abilities useless.
Don’t look now, Father.
The bridge between us is dust now.

Part Two: The Fulfilling Light

Hold tight

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

There’s a fight we’ve got to get through, but I promise we’re going to be okay.
Stop and stay, let my words sway your heart away.
Let the bliss you receive from my bombardment of kisses preoccupy the time you
spend drowning in the thoughts that make you lost in the sea of anxiety.

A poem for you

Our tears seem to synchronize when we drip into pieces.

Let my eyes speak to you.
Let the black and grey- that seems to take over your life fade away.
Let the vibrations that create mountains on your skin run deep into your skeleton.
Come to find out that you give me 206 more reasons to love you.
I hope that you post that picture you’re insecure about.
I hope that you open the hidden jar of fears that you have at the bottom of your
heart like pandora’s box.
Let it be known to the world that your flaws do not own you.
That every crevice of every inch of your beautifully pigmented skin makes you
unique.
Don’t speak.
Let the avalanche of ambiance control you.
Let him try to reach the climax of your iceberg, but let him fail, and find out that
there are depths to you.
Be boundless in the way of creating a simulation
on a stimulation of recovery i’m suddenly creating a fortress
A moltres of fire i’m a liar with a sire line of peasants premeditating my ending
I’ll seldom the pain of rain and leave the reign up for grabs as if it’s rain water in a
poor village
Pillage my mind in a way of reducing my capacity i have the audacity to create a
fucking catastrophe
I’m living day to day on a master feat young boys can’t fill the feet of their
forefathers recollecting in their ancestry i’m fancy see with the lyricism with a
hint of catholicism i’m a non-believer