Thankless days and sleepless nights. Where wayward travelers wander and believers pray with all their might. All hope was lost long ago. Twisting, turning down a dead-end road. No one to turn to when the night gets long. Solace only in a demons song. Faces look back beyond the grave, at the shell of a someone not worthy to save. Nobody’s choice you will ever be. Locked inside your own hell, no door, no key. Soon fading from grey to black. Never more a chance to find a way back.
Saturday, October 31, 2020
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Friday, October 30, 2020
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Veil
Thursday, October 29, 2020
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Sunday, October 25, 2020
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Paupers Grave
Saturday, October 24, 2020
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Wall
Some build walls to keep others out.
Some build them to keep safe whatever pieces of their heart remain.
Some scream with primal rage.
Some just let all emotions die,
no hope or distain.
Rip
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Celebrate
Answers
Like that
Hidden
Friday, October 23, 2020
Hurt
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Devils
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Thursday, October 22, 2020
Ok
Rain
Back
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
Us
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Together
Monday, October 19, 2020
Passed by
Why cant we let go of that we know is killing us, pushing us further from where we want to be? Maybe its just the fear of the unknown, or that we might not be right, so we shut our eyes and let life pass us by.
Sunday, October 18, 2020
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Eye of the beholder
Seen
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Walk
Projection vs Reality
Snuff
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New me pt.1
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Hue
Friday, October 16, 2020
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One day they will come along and for once you will not be too intense for someone.
They will feed the flames of your soul and together will burn as bright as the sun.
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Thursday, October 15, 2020
Break
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Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Anti-Life
UnFaded
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Numb
After all the time being in a cage.
Alone with my demon's day after day.
I have moved past hope, no longer even able to feel rage.
Open the door or keep it locked, doesn't really matter anyway.
Heart blackened by all that has been done.
Soul wont move anymore, like everything else it is numb.
Iced stone
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Ragdoll
I have been stitched together by
threads plucked from my failures and a needle made from my mistakes.
I see who I have been in the
shattered mirror of regret strewn
about on the floor of my soul.
I strive, each day, to move
forward, learn, grow, and be
worthy of a gift such as you.
Firedancer
Mosaic
Saturday, October 10, 2020
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Friday, October 9, 2020
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The bruise left on your cheek will heal with time.
The remote shattered against the wall will be swept up so the narrative will align.
You will once again make excuses and tuck them into bed after removing the bottle from their hand.
Your hurt and pain, back to the darkest corner of your soul you remand.
Look into the mirror and don't recognize the specter looking back.
Tear running down the face now turning blue and black.
You know you must make a change somewhere in what's left of who you were.
Then the questions and self doubt creep in and the possibilities begin to blur.
Take a pill to help you sleep.
Lay down and welcome the darkness so deep.
Saturday
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Thursday, October 8, 2020
Wednesday, October 7, 2020
Maybe
Tuesday, October 6, 2020
Entwine
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Sunday, October 4, 2020
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Bleed
Fix-It
Keep your head down and push ahead.
Find the solution no matter the cost.
Make sure to appreciate at least you’re not dead.
Take care of this issue and that.
Never mind it’s not enough.
List is never ending, but you’re a convenient knat.
Do what needs to be done,
And be there when called.
Purpose for now is to make their life fun.
End of the day when things are working fine.
When their life is running the way they want.
To the shadows once again you can resign.
Expendible
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Saturday, October 3, 2020
Friday, October 2, 2020
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Ponder
All these things my mind
does ponder.
Alone down the path I wander.
So much life left yet to live
If I can find the strength to give.
Season of Change
Thursday, October 1, 2020
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When you look back at a lifetime of being wrong.
Nothing ever quite up to par.
Everything leaving just another tiny scar.
Shown over and over you just don't really belong.
Never having the right words to say.
Not knowing what to do to matter instead.
No one will put up with the things in your head,
your life is an all encompassing ocean of grey.
All of their actions muffle their word.
Yet the echoes of of the past make you question if they are right.
Each time you hope it wont be the normal despite,
Your bending to their will is what they have always preferred.
You know this is not right each time you break down and cry.
Love is not this, no matter how long you have stayed complacent.
Atrophy of emotions is simply Hell adjacent.
You know you have a choice to make if you want to really live before you die.
Most Days
To understand what it is I think.
You will have to push yourself to the brink.
Go to where sanity melts.
Take two more steps and release everything else.
Gaze deeper into the abyss.
Embrace your nightmares with a coppery kiss.
Withstand the tornado of questions in your mind.
limbs crushed and twisted from the ties that bind.
Forget all you are and what you want.
Go through the motions like a robotic savant.
Not really living but not quite dead.
Hoping anxiety does not bring its paralyzing dread.
Praying each day will be different than the last.
Just one moment to give a small chance.
Pray Something happens to fill you with rage.
Maybe that will give the strength to break free from your cage.
Deep in your soul you know that's a lie.
What's needed is conscious action and its then you break down and cry.