Crux

The pressure and pain of life

The rise and fall of joy

Are controlled by none other 

Than the switch inside your mind

When your shutters are up

And your defenses are down

Life spits on your psyche

And flips the switch around

You start flailing and falling

And stare at others around

They all hurry past you

Without a second thought

Alas- comes the poison

The sweet seductive nectar

Softening your insides

Blurring the danger

And then you see 

You see it all

You see what could have been

And what has gone.

 

Reviews

[rottinghexgrl]

I love how honest it is. It's like a prophecy of what's going to happen if you don't turn that switch.

[Beedlethebard]

Hahahahaha thank you!

[Thaddius]

I love the subject here. The poison, the 'sweet seductive nectar' is so intriguing to me. What part of an insular, solipsistic world are you referring to? Is it self-contentment, or is it the isolationist, 'me against the world' lifestyle? You could expand on it. But as it, it hits close to home. I know what it feels like to be a captive in your own mind

[Beedlethebard]

I'm not sure if I can explain it properly but it's sort of the world against itself. As in, the world against every individual that makes up the world itself.

[courtridicule]

then could it come back round? listen for the sound...hear thier pound? your words are quite profound