Ironfists88

I'm stuck in my midnight drama, The fog of my unconsciousness closing in like a net, Anger, happiness, emotional trauma, My mind is not done with me, no, not done yet. Like a long film reel, I trudge through life, My body is at rest, momentarily redundant, The path I take is dangerous, sharper than a knife, The scent of dormant dreams, sweet but pungent. I tear through reality like a sabre's stroke at paper, I am still wandering, counting sheep, Please let me out, I want to escape, But I just drift deeper and deeper into the darkness of my sleep.

As a child, I was frequently disobedient, But it wasn't intended, I was never meant to be a deviant, The damage dealt, that was what I tried to keep minimal, But no, it didn't stop people from calling me a criminal. Naturally, I am a very clumsy person, It is entwined in my genetics, embedded like a curse, And this ability to make mistakes, being human, no more, no less, Caused the straight path to become a road from which I would digress. If you know the pain of disappointment and regret, Then you know that being the cause for it is like being inside an enclosing net, Your trust you built has demolished and your bonds have been undone, Ima