Maven-FlipNautix

Insecurity in mindstate; Traumatic state of mind
that is, overwhelmed by time fate; it's all I can find
feelings pursue me, purging skin clean of innocence
mindset, cold sweat, I awake, no flame of confidence
extinguished by cold shadows; translucent darkness
reaching from distances unbound, abusive in farness
co-existing, demonic reminiscing, mind cannot endure
expand lethargy, fade breath, crash in infernal downpour
of tears onto my pillow, soaked the shadow's remains
memories of all the losses, disregarding simple gains
my mindstate begins to falter, falling victim to my greed
& nails sink deep into my clenched fist; inevitably bleed
acidic raindrops of red death, thus, my failure predicted
torn hair, butchered scalp; shadows of doubt depicted
I was destined to crumble, was capricious to self-repent
illuminating rays of hope non-exstent, tranquility absent
feebleness drawn into myself, oh so much to leak free
exaggerated fear of shadow's opinion, lack of narcissity
lucid silhouettes holding tight, into me breeds apathy
shreaking silent cries of the night; carnage of empathy
until the silence screams no more and morning restores
shadows of doubt flee the scene, left with warning of war

Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis