Reality of Mine

It’s been said the eyes are the windows of the soul. Then look into mine and hell is what’ll be truly shown. The dark no longer scares if the light is what exposed a wretched reality of life that is often unknown. Nightmares are now saviors protecting me from unrelenting demons which hunt upon the souls of the innocents with hearts made of stone. An onslaught of thoughts singing the song of which I’ve grown so very accustomed. One of madness and terror, a masochist joke driving me insane beyond the possible. Let’s try and be calm it’s not that hard, just another day of smiling and lying just to charm. Another day, another dollar or so they say. I say another day, another sorrow. I am not okay. Admitting my inability to find solutions to the damage and the pain. The cries for help growing silent as self worth proceeds to fade away. I am a loss for words, a loss for purpose, a prisoner of my own past. Have you ever starred into the heart of a fire? The warmth and the inviting dance an escape from the burning cold. A contained destructive force, consuming all it can to grow, sometimes I look at it and think “You and I are quite similar.” Only difference is the fire lacks a soul therefore, it is just an instinct to seek and destroy.