The empty spaces in the mind, pulling and tugging those demons are mine, the cold drab colors that ingrain ill to be, who’s in control of the dominion I don’t see. My heart skips a beat when frozen still by that chill darkness conceals what is real, hearing the cries of black crows, feeling the death of my will as it ebbs and flows.
No longer a reason to be, the clear path I no longer see with nothing left for me, the clunk of my own miss footsteps, the blackness of the asphalt that’s slick and wet. The white lines giving directions to my disorder, when madness patrols life’s borders, those shadows are not mine, this body they won’t find! within the empty spaces in time.