I know not how tomorrow may go

The night will end and the sun will rise

But everything that starts must come to an end.

So have faith, you will obtain your prize.

The anger that filled his heart to the brim

was let out. The room was dark and too dim

unable to see the rage in the eyes

of the being before him, whose mind was full of lies.

Lies told by his ‘friend’, the light

of his life, whose face was always in sight.

but full of mischief were their eyes,

their brain a step ahead. Sane

was the strange being before but the ‘angel’ had already

started planting lies in his mind.

causing harm to his sanity,

awaiting madness, twisting clarity.

I want to write my thoughts, to let them out of my mind, and to get them on to this paper.

I want it to burn,

I want to watch it wither away like a dying flower which has bloomed and fallen,

I wish my concerns would leave like this ash scatters with the wind never to be found again.

I want this to pass, like seasons do.

I want you to remember, I was here for you.

A letter to you.

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Like a priceless piece of Art she was a held,

no chance of escape, there no hope was felt.

She remained neglected fully insane

until untied she was bound in the chain.

Eyes full of fear her conscience slipped away

slowly it did but it still made her sway

Gain control of her soul, body and mind

was her heart’s desire to others blind.

All memories gone only thoughts remained

reflecting the pain, the guilt and the blame

her vision went black, she took a deep breath

smiling at herself, awaiting her death.

And then she was gone unable to say

the thoughts in her head forever they’d stay.