I write and write it is a never ending

search for a cure to heal the pain of a

broken heart one day I will find it and

when I do I will share it I want the

world to know there is a way out of this

nightmare I want this to last forever

never want this page to end I want to

know should I stop or keep going do you

like the way my words brush against

what is real I’m sorry I don’t know what I

write it writes it self I never look back

I just write whatever is on my mind and I

know if I stop this will change and I will

be left with nothing but a blank page and

a thought that my never be born into a

world were people fear this dream is made

up I’ am sure of this I see changes every

day the dead don’t they speak at strange

hours whispering words that transform to

images we try and speak to what is not

real and we see what we don’t want to

running falling cant get back these words

are coming for you slowly waiting for you

to get back up so they can chase you

again heart beating even harder someone

wake this soul up send me a calm current

a cool breeze bring up the sound and

surround me with thoughtful memories hold

these words close together so not one is

alone starring out a window into the sea

watching seagulls dive there it is a

feather in the sand pick it up and write

a letter to the gods thanking them for

the light that inspired me to write this

there’s something about this it speaks to

you it comes to you in many forms its in

your dreams it is pain a dull grey wall

look away focus on your own thoughts do

you hear a voice it thinks for you like a

heart it does what you don’t want it to

and you forgive it when you are wrong you

cry for attention your words bleed you

strain your eyes late night just to write

how you feel hoping to solve a problem

that’s been bothering you for years a

voice that lives in the negative it knows

its lies it knows how to use you flesh

and bone it tears you up inside for the

love of money this white pill answers to

the wrong answer it has you cornered

picking at you nagging at you drunk from

from words waking up with your foot in

sour milk this was never meant to be born

with it a curse so should I keep going

are you enjoying the ride do expect me to

be right there at the end waiting for you

to wake and see what I seen nothing a

void made up words of light type away

with me past dreams straight to 3:00am

speaking to dead silence staring at a

wall of thoughtlessness and broken off

souls once dead now just words on a white

page slowly fading turning yellow with

time then burning up once read…

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