Zombie dreams

Zombie dreams

Stranded in confusion
Walking the line
Of reality and illusion
Endless circle of time

The Fog never lifts
Feeling empty as a drone
Figures in the mist
Finding their way home.

Faces never speak
Eyes never look
Their ears only leak
Of the light they have took

Brains they don’t eat
They’re dead walking friends
Who continue to scare and greet
And guide you to the end

I’m scared I’ll admit
I’m worried for my soul
As it wants to commit
And make this dream its home

To enter I only sliced
The outer of the shell
Of the body of life
That bleeds in to the well

They didn’t come for me
This path I chose
When the maker knocked for me
The Zombies looked and froze

The soul now not mine
Empty means too late
The blood has run dry
My deaths upon this date.

Angry

I’m not angry, obviously
Just frustrated with whatever
But People can surprise you
I’m waiting to be surprised,
Why only speak to criticise
And have deaf ears for response
Walking away thinking you’ve won
As always,
But unhappiness creeps into guilt
And nastiness becomes as visible
As a shroud
Making isolation the only end
To a dismal finish,
Is fear of communication cowardly
When it leads to downfall of others
In a herded environment,
Or is it a smart self preservation
Where silence means survival,
I rather speak a sensible tone
And seek out the truth of a lost soul in front of me,
Are they acting differently
To their true self,
Only honestly, verbal action
And rebellion against a generation hex
Can set you free.

Understand Me

Drowning in contempt
Sinking in a flood
Where the only saviour
Is to be just understood

As we voice our trouble
Others slowly nod in disguise
Where the reality truly shows
In the rolling of their eyes

Its feels such a wonder
When someone understands
I want to smile with them always
And hold them by the hand.

Fight to be positive
And fit your own glove
Or self will start to dwindle
Leaving no chance of love

We’ll reflect in thirty years
Of memories we’ve forgot
The laughter and the love
Before the brain started to rot

Speak of discontent
Faced with a simplistic hush
When replied with a toxic tone
The Soul starts to crush.

Don’t just want to be heard
I want to be understood together
And share a mutual binding
That brings love and hope forever.

Black sheep

One day I will say
To the very day
When I fell
Into dillusional hell

I was eight
When I started to hate
And resent
The gift I was sent

Checking my life
Hiding a knife
So I wouldn’t cause harm
By cutting my arm

Just my own reality
Inside OCD
Making me feel
Safety’s not real

Thinking I’m magic
Not a sad tragic
Whose lost his will
And mentally ill

Finally in time
I worked out my mind
Was controlled by the devil
Who finially revealed

Get Back

Look forward
As the past will haunt you
If you turn around
The shadows will taunt you

Dont surrender
The Devil will flaunt you
Dont believe
That noone will want you

If you were a ghost
People would see through
Your unique personality
Cold would be the only clue

Live with acceptance
Any thought can be tolerated
Step out of the dark
Life is underrated

Notebook

I have writers block
It happens time to time
Its makes me watch the clock
And stress of a new rhyme

My mind becomes obsessive
Causing a lot of friction
I have to take steps back
Or it leads to an addiction

I write a hidden meaning
In every single word
But my verses make no sense
And the message becomes blurred

I try too hard to produce
A written piece of magic
Starting with upbeat
And ending with something tragic

Then I remembered my motives
I write only to find peace
A way to sort my thoughts
A chance for me to release

Without words I surpress
And it leaves me with no fight
So I continue to express
My emotions as I write

Bitter

I’m not bitter
But my soul has been bit
I bleed for the family
And drown out the shit,
The most critical of parent
Forced child from the house
He loved only himself
And his new spouse,
Factually the adult
Acts though the child
Forever the narcissist
A martyr ran wild,
Blood rains like water
Waters tainted with blood,
When the family tree grows
You’ll be buried in the mud.

Night Creepers

At night I crawl,
Spread out and creep,
Forever awake
Barely ever asleep

They are open
The pathways of my eyes,
But I’m not listening
It’s a familiar disguise

The panic is suppressed
And the mask starts to shake,
Again it’s exhausting
Forever awake

I don’t need understanding
I don’t need belief
What I need from my thinking
Is some truth and relief

It’s a lifelong phase
To live mentally ill
To you its invisible
To me it’s fucking real.

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Gremlins

Time never exchanges
Love for lost chances,
If anything it ridicules
By circling hope
In front of distant eyes,
The world shrinks
For a searching heart,
Spiderwebs bolts of emotions
That fizz out,
Only Returning to jolt pain
Of emotions lost,

The colour red
Flows internally,
Dripping with drops of regret
Like sweat off a peach
Or blood from an open wound,
One time anxiety ruled
And life was lost
To intrusive, irrational thoughts,
History will never die
Or repeat,
It will also burden the soul no more,
Our thoughts
Will just Rejoice in the experience,
Exist in peace,
And sit as a memory
Like an outline faded in smoke.

Dear Papa

Tread upon my memory
Twist the past to suit
So now I dwell in silence
And cry for help in mute.

You cannot talk for dread
Of upsetting your life of now
A coward never thinks
Just nods his head and bows

Similar in physicality
Only way that we’re the same
When people ask about me
You stutter at my name.

Deny any blood relations
Making young generations cry
When they knock the door in decades
Will you look them in the eye.