A Black Sun

A Poem by Liamesq

I feel like making truces with
The demons who rule my soul
Because right now it is the only thigh
That will let me rest and drift away
Tears run down my scratched red cheeks
And my eyes whimper with a soft tremor
As I think of how life would have been
If certain things were different
I carry on crying until I black out
Or the water runs out in my emotional reservoir
Images pop to mind of good times of the past
But they only make me realise how days have to end
I am wretched and disgusting as my face
Crinkles under tool of never ending gloominess
Yet I sit here writing about these feelings
So how far does sadness really penetrate the mind ?
Does it actually destroy ? Replace or dilute ?
Or is it something we choose to happen
To give our lives another dimension of darkness ?
Which feeds on the essence which has brought is so far
Happiness retreats under a black sun
Its men they wave their shields aimlessly to cover their eyes
In fear of its manipulative rays
And they believe they can escape just as I did before
Seeing others being swallowed up in their own insecurities
Gives you a temporary sense of survival and confidence
Just remember when the last person falls, you're next