Your life’s turning old.

The mirrors becoming cold cracked and frozen to the touch

it’s all becoming too much.

Your life’s dangling by a thread.

Living life under the murmur of dread

heartaches never far away

From your bleeding heart

Which makes you a restless sleeper a midnight weeper.

You creep like a sleep walker

Stalking life like it’s your prey.

All day and all night you loose sight of all you wanted.

It bleeds into decay.

Into disarray.

Chaos and pandemonium are tethered to your skin

ripping you like thorns from a rose which never blooms

you have an angry soul like a womb in which have no room to roam.

Or to breathe.

Take heed, take faith, or live life like a ghost or wraith

what you want you can have

or at least grab an opportunity from this life you lead

or seek immunity like its like a disease.

Try to please yourself and your lovers but don’t go over board

or your mind will be split by the sword of self denial

so smile or paint it black its your choice!