Ephemeral thoughts

Have you ever felt like you don’t belong? As if deep inside you were all wrong? Truth is, we’ve all felt like that before. Up to a point when that feeling is no more. When you feel as if from yourself you are fleeing. It’s then you become just like every other human being. But is it so wrong to be oneself and to be apart? Even if your being is an imperfect work of art? Ah, but that’s up to you to decide. To be led or to be your own guide.

Void, empty, hollow. Day passes , another to follow. Cynic sees them all as the same. Same everything, different name.

I am the child in the dark that cries, I am the wolf that howls and lies, I am the hatred that never dies. I am the night growing cold, Growing strong and growing bold, An ace in your deck that will never fold. I am all that you don’t want to be, Dark blood raging for a killing spree, Leash me close , I shall never leave nor flee.

Oh the smell of cold, so crisp and bold. fallen leaves, trees with mold, wind, a soul never sold, autumn color now unfold. Tale of life being told.

I think of the dark and stars. My life and and all the scars. I think of life and death. The way I drew my path. I think of the trees and green. All the things I have seen. And then as I hear the loud spark of the thunder, I suddenly think of all and all that's left to wonder.

My brain is a master of destruction, Seeking logic, unaware of repercussion.