Scenarios... we sometimes use them. Dont go judging my mind by what I´ve written. I try to see into other minds... pull out what I find... And weave it into words. Here is one result - "Slipping"
The lights are dim, the night so grim
Left behind from what once was
Soul torn till tears seem to beautifully glow
Slipping…
Fly away, they call me,
Hither and thither, quiet haunting
Pills and blades have paved the road
Slipping…
Dripping life, dropping knife
Terrified screams, tardy hesitations
Oh mummy, oh daddy, forgive me
Slipping…
Beautiful pain, remorse behind
Craving the bright light all while
Smothering evil darkens eyes, so bleary
Slipping…
Too late, too late, love so lost
Returns to glimpse the final breath
Agony, cries, heart wrenching screams
Slipping…
He rises, cries burn the throat
Never has loss seemed so eternal
Bullet carves the path to dreams
Slipping…
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