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State Of Emergency (Safely Hidden)
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Dark Poetry I fell one night.
Stopped and studied my state of mind.
Horrified by what I found—disposable waste and talent—I fled.
Walked, stepped calmly away and drifted to delusion.
Created places, a world of empty fields and dead flowers—where I spun and twisted into darkness, danced down streets of mercy.
Basked in all the glory of the scratches in the stories—the fiction of my youth.
I fell one day.
Stopped and stumbled on discovery.
Terrified by what I found—useless knowledge and rage—I ran.
Sped frantically away from it all and rode the tunnel down into insanity.
Made these places, these catatonic phases of distance and imaginary faces.
Melodies which were once so beautiful—delicate, with elegance—now disgraced by a tune in the stations; by the ultimatum given in these insecure, lace in manifestations of safety and security.
I fell today.
Stopped and soared past recollections and reminiscences.
Mortified by what I found—hollow shame and mistakes—I hid.
Ducked down behind the crack in the wall, the desperate stone to which my bloody fingers clung.
Held these places, the views kept inside this casing were never meant to show—but the voices glow and grow within need for a cast, in the last masquerade of the season.
Give me a reason—
to fall away.
