Most days my thoughts feel like a mess.
It does not make me any better nor any less.
A crazy puzzle, pieces scattered on the floor,
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll make sense any more.

Tangled in echoes of inane bubbles
Wanting to spill all of my troubles.
But the chaos inside refuses to rest,
A battle of silence and feelings suppressed.

Darkness falls on my sanity
Threads are shorn of humanity.
The weight of the world, too much to bear,
Fractured thoughts float in the air.

The Lovers and the Devil confide
At dawn, doth now we ride.
Beneath the moon’s mournful glow,
Torn between light and our baneful shadow.

How the hell am I still alive
By my count, I should not thrive.
In sheer chaos, here I stand
Hoping it’s not obscure quicksand.

My soul knew easy it would not be
Humanity’s pain I could now see.
With arms wide open, now I fall
For I heeded the clarion call.