Orchid Thoughts!

Don't know if to complete the story, Sitting on the highest shelf. That I've written half already, Running away from myself. My mumma always told me, Beware of the dark. The devil knows you're lonely, Don't fall in his track. Looked down from a height, Pulled away to the darkside in the night. Singed me the "Moonlight", As I danced with the devil under blue light. Standing on top of the blue bridge, To look at the beauty, I bend. Failed to realise it was the edge of a ridge, And I fell hard to my end. So hear my thoughts now as the sun rises with the colour of crimson. All I'm left with are my blues stuck fighting this no-way-out guilt prison.

Everyday is a battle ground. Sweat, tears and blood run me dry. Fighting something that only I can see. One moment everything falls calm and you think it's over but it never is, cause this battle I fight is with a black cat in the dark room. The silence in the room cannot subside the screeching screams inside my head. I keep begging them to stop but they only grow loud. The crowd in the room only makes me wanna run away, I cannot stand the eyes and noise that follow me places, it's the silence I crave just for a moment.  I close my eyes to touch the colours of the sky, the beauty is exemplary so the next second I paint it all black. It's the tendency of destroying things that make me happy that confines me.  Alone, I don't wanna be alone, just longing for a loving hug and a person to share myself with. The extended hand of comfort throws me off my guard, I push it away and run to my cave but I still can't find any peace.    I want this, no no I don...