Dark

A piece that describes the mental downward spiral that is sometimes called Depression, maybe anxiety; and the temporary introverted disconect that can sometimes be both a blessing and a curse.

My Mind is Dark...
My lungs have no air...
Stuck in my own mind,
It's dark in here...
No bridges to cross
And no will to build any
Alone on my minds island
Looking out at the many.
The dark here is crushing,
And my world is black...
But I don't have the will to move
I find nothing to sooth
To lighten my mood
To help me escape
This prison I've made...
Made or was it always there?
I really dont know,
Ever since I can remember,
I've always been here.
And though I only ever visit,
This retreat from my pain...
Like a twisted resort,
It's keeping me sane...
The numbness is total,
And the dark probably helps, too
But at the very same time,
I miss colours and tones and hue
Bleeding out my mind
In such visceral verse,
Is my only solace
In this personal curse..
They say
What doesn't kill you,
Only makes you stronger...
So why is this darkness still cutting
Why can't I conquer...
And free myself from this Dark
In short its not easy..
This Darkness though purgatory
Is all that saves all of you and me...
From Me...

-Sir Psychosis.