The Truth cuts like a siv
releasing pressure
from the outside,
a fresh way to
oxidize what is trapped
within-
Darknes craves
for you to give in.
Pulling you-
by your misery,
subliminally;
can't you see?
You cannot keep
the darkness within
if it surfaces
don't give in
your loss
will be your
demons greatest
win.
TOXICITY.
DRAW
out your pain
like toxic lead
forced upon paper-
every line
your next lead
so thin(k)
once again,
you gain-
the ability to recreate,
shine light on your darkness
as you sketch upon every page.
Replacing that rage,
an illustrated token
of words unspoken,
a fragment of you
upon this page;
a beacon of hope
to help let go
and change your ways
on the darkest of days.
Draw.
Create.