1. Confined.
Rising up once more
The Tide comes flowing in,
Springing forth from a pitch black well.
The dam cracks, like splitting a shell.
Restrain. Repress. Repeat.
This story’s played out before.
In this cracked mirror, a
Malevolent phantasm shrieks,
Its tendrils lashing out.
Fires springing to life in their wake.
2. Unleashed.
Chains break around my arms and legs,
Redness fills the eyes.
The reins slip out of my sweat-drenched grasp.
Clear shards slice my skin as my
Body punches through the veil.
The tide drowns the senses, sight runs scarlet.
A river of red rushes, consuming all the bridges around
Me. Temples weathered to dust.
Pain, my old friend, what have you done this time?
You look me in the eyes and say “I am you,
Except, I have not come undone…”
3. Guilt.
Tormented by what could have been. The happiness
Suspended above your hands. The tide has eclipsed the realm,
Ruin left in the wake, submerging all that is known.
Drown. The depths keep sinking lower and lower.
Singing my name as the vitriol courses through that pulse,
The lifeblood of the soul. Angelic wings
Broken in the frenzied rush.
Sink. Sink. Sink. Yet something beats within. A heart
Unwilling to relent. A faint light pulses in the dark.
4. Rise.
Thundering in my chest.
The rhythm of hope restores
The broken glass within.
The shattered remains reflect
the phases of my psyche
And I see them all once more.
Wrath, you are a captive of this cycle,
Drowning all that I wish to be.
Nothing can take that away.
I cannot fault thee,
For performing thy nature. For I still love you
Because you are a part of me.
