DANCE WITH MY DEVILS

TwinDaddy always seems to know when I am going through Stuph.  Even though I know he is always there for me I don’t and probably never will reach out for help with anything I am trying to sort out.  It just isn’t me but he doesn’t let “I’m fine” stop him from being an amazing friend and eventually making me laugh.  I appreciate his friendship and the many other close friends I have come to love.  Thank you TwinDaddy for this last dance.

Dance with devil sketch by AnnyALice

Written by TwinDaddy and HastyWords


Harsh whispers gathered

Upon thin sheets of ice

Tiptoeing lines cracked

Ripping into torn pages

Dots creating a maze to be

Deciphered by deaf ears

Dark clouds whirl

Around my fragile heart

Damning secrets erode

Erase my sanity

Dying from the inside out

I seek an escape route

Screams pierce the stains

Left by razors of the past

Scars leading to dead ends

Leading to sharp wounds

Stitched up with copper wire

Waiting to electrocute me

All colors conspicuously vanish

Everything a different shade of gray

Clouds of agony angrily roil

Destructing my sculpted reality

My mind a war-torn wasteland

My heart bears those scars
 
And from a lettered sky filled with words

Silence parachutes me to the depths of hell

Love screams through the darkened abyss

But the growls of monsters swallow them

And I am left an empty vessel, an heirloom

Forgotten and left to dance with my devils