The reaper's calling; As my pen pushes through my paper, My words weep, It's intoxicating enough I feel more than alone, I lost myself somewhere. I've been through hell, My nightmares are real All that I thought was hidden, is now exposed. A chaotic wilderness. A darkness arises inside Where demons dwell, and angels hide. They grind my mind, Tearing through my soul. I may not be your favorite chapter. But I'd rather cover myself with scars Than live a life full of regrets, My scars tell a story, Scar after scar, it shapes me. I have to wake up! Except... My eyes are wide open and I'm not asleep.
