A poem about who I become when I play and how I struggle to control the adrenaline |
You gave me wings A sick joke when you left me caged Bitter, twisted and now enraged At the height of genius, but filled with lies Lies created to teach me Ask the wrong questions! Now I cry, my knowledge is not worthless Unless my voice is broken But broken it is Much like my mind Silence is never used When you speak to yourself Things are different now The world is smaller I care less The people around me, ignore me I don’t blame them But he won’t let them Did they expect me to roll over? Does it matter what they expect? I am tired, but I won’t sleep There is to much adrenaline It cracks me! He is then free to wreak havoc And I am forever chained to sunlight, I cannot feel He basks in the moonlight And drinks to the victory, and the spoils of war While I live on the money, he leaves in the drawer The world is now smaller It fits in my head I feel cleverer, but I know I have no control I feel happier, but empty I’m not angry, but I am furious I’m weak, NO! I am just a mask I wear him He is a crimson mask And a voice in my head Telling me one day he will take over One day he will be me I am becoming him The crimson mask speaks now through me Redder than the hearts I show And darker than the spades I conceal Nothing I cared about was ever real Through showing me this He’s proved my days are numbered I wear him no more He now wears me Wears me thin! |