The Dark Tomes Season 1; ...Beyond Meaning

Long Days, Infinite Nights

The beeps of my heart beat and the half sound of the long drawn out line of death has never left me,

I still see the dark things between life, death and light,

I still know the feeling of my soul being consumed by the spikes and crawls in the black place,

I look out my widow and at times can see them watching and waiting for me to end it all so they could have me forever more,

And I cry until the tears too abandon me,

I find it hard to reach out to people for in all things minds are made up,

My gift were supposed to save me; to prove to the world I have a reason for being,

But like lighting crashing and setting worlds a blaze I am but a freak accident; a reminder of what f*****g up looks like,

I do have a heart and I feel greatly yet and reminded how it’s wrong for ME to feel a thing but gratitude and grace,

Hiding me has been killing me my entire life,

But mask are too heavy to bare anymore,

I wish I could reach my light again...what little was there...

But I lay in bed as long days turns into infinite nights and back again.