As Labyrinth persists
I embrace the horrors of old neglect
that I may accept Your gifts of
They usually didn’t know ‘how’ to show
and sometimes I felt bad
for giving so much it either intimidated them
or made them jealous of their lack.
And I thought I didn’t care,
'Cause that's how we're supposed to love, right
we’re supposed to show it.
Well, I picked various parts of
my Tormentor and watched it bloom
in these unsuspecting others.
Seeding death in life, water with fearful tears
Watch horror grow.
Parts of me have screamed I deserve it
and subdued with skill and training and blood
I silenced them.
The ones that whisper though,
the tell me that’s ok,
just try harder.
Just try harder.
Enough quantifies undo my unravel?
There are liquid poison gushes of hurt
funneling out of my pen,
clouding vision and Vision.
i was reading on those that would take their very own,
damage, use, even kill for their own selfish Wants.
It was dark in Labyrinth, and sadly, if not devastatingly
I got used to it.
And now, there is this huge, incandescent
seemingly boundless sunlight
I dare, fucking DARE
Pardon me, I am rather
Chris Right Here, Right Now
Powerful piece friend…it stunned me as well.