Where It Leads Viii

Who will come to my rescue? I want to be saved lost, alone trapped in a maze amazed I gaze into the distance and you; are standing there still Who are you anyway, I've always wondered my muse, my long lost lover, my personal god my future self looking back at the pitiful creature I am "..." weak, trembling, sinking in the abyss look, even the Sun I've created refuses to shine no light, only darkness and suffocating warmth offered by the flameless fire of corpses from my nightmares burning silent screams echo in my head, the dead must be laughing while twisting in their graves; save me "..." abandoned by own shadow, left here to rot the pinnacle of existence drowned in disgust as my words, unheard, begin to be eaten by rust dying, dead, reincarnated as an embryo developing into a fetus that holds salvation aborted by the ignorance of other whom don't care awareness giving in to confusion, the illusion of who I want to be mocks who I am a madman in a world of sanity; save me "..." eyes full of tears I look in the mirror my reflection laughs, turns around and walks away I cut my wrist vertically, blood refuses to flow the Universe is mocking me when all I want is to die, finally be free the World doesn't want me; save me "..." Well, do you still want me, do you still take pleasure in reading lines as I speed towards my end Can you mend my broken wings, will you Can you lend a helping hand as I stand with my head hanging low, will you Hey you, future me do you see your past self are you even there...? "..." Stains, feelings that make you frown as I approach dawn sleep is calling, I wish rain was falling, turning my dreams into a painting // felt now as the Sun shines and all those gloomy rhymes climb out of the abyss carried by a kiss from the wind - slowly but surely awakening to joy as the Sun seems to enjoy being far away sending ray after ray making today a warm Spring day Snow melting the obstacles that lay ahead how foolish of me wishing I was dead when all the horrible things only happen in my head Some might view it broken, I know it's not, sometimes it needs some oil on the gears so sadness won't rust and spoil the coils which bounce the electricity of balance