With the power of passion

by Averagegatsby546

February 27, 2016

I believe in every word I speak

And I believe that love is not for the weak

I believe that passion can consume, like a fire left to bloom

And I need you to understand

That this pen, I hold in my hand

When I put it to paper, I'm bleeding my soul onto the page

In an ink as dark as my past

And it's okay to be lost

Just let me wander aimlessly

I don't need to be saved

I don't need to be proven wrong

I can't sleep at night

When these demons wrap their hands around my neck

They make their way into my bed

And I never see them coming

The shadows dance off the walls

And I can't tell what's real and what's in my head

What if it's all in my head

But these monsters manifest themselves in the words I use

To show you that I'm not empty inside

It's in these darkest of nights when I bleed myself onto a page that I truly feel alive

I'm sick of this place

And I wish I could wear a mask

Because I'm sick of my own face

I wish I could shut out the world

Because I'm sick of my own race

You're trying hard not to let me in

While I'm here fighting

To feel comfortable in my own skin

And no this bottles not the answer

It won't catch me if I fall

It's just a hollow work of art

But it beckons and I want to heed it's call

Can we survive

in this apocalyptic time

Knowing that love has touched our hearts

Or are we doomed to live a life of solitude

Forever drifting apart

What would you say

If I told you, if I told you I don't wanna fall away

I don't wanna fall away from you

I haven't lived a glamorous life

But at least I know I've lived

If I were to die tomorrow

I'd have nothing left to give

I've dodged bullets, and desires, and broken hearts

I've ruined friendships, desecrated my own dreams, and failed at fresh starts

I've lived, and loved, laughed, and cried

And I have nothing left to fear, if tomorrow I felt like I needed to say goodbye

But these shadows continue to chase me

And my ghosts will forever haunt me

But I refuse to let my past define who I am inside, or who I'm trying to be

But these monsters manifest themselves in the words I use

To show you that I'm not empty inside

It's in these darkest of nights when I bleed myself onto a page that I truly feel alive

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Averagegatsby546Feb 27, 2016

<div>Possibilities of an Improbable Existence</div><div> </div><div>This man came to me. He tried to speak of incredible things. I refused to listen. I refused to believe. I cared not for what he said to me. He tried to convince me. Of a world after ours. But I could not understand. This blind faith he had in an invisible man. A fictitious anomaly born of desperate needs. A need to comprehend such a meaningless existence. Cause you weren't meant to do shit in this life. So you talk to a man in the sky and hope for some kind of paradise. You can't handle any kind of darkness without a false promise of light. You all pray to what you consider your god, but how can you all be right?</div>

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