Red Vision

I try to dull my mind
Try to make myself blind
To the thoughts that attack
I try to seal up the cracks
But they keep seeping out
Like a leak in the spout
Trying to hold it all in
But it bleeds through my skin
The drugs ease the pain
Until I feel sane
But I won't be myself
Put my truth on the shelf
I will tuck me away
From the cold light of day
You won't see me around
I won't make a sound
It's all in my head
Makes my vision red
My heart beats like a drum
Other senses go numb
Nothing remains
But this ache in my brain
This awful song
Sounds so very wrong
It whispers to me
"You will never be free"

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The speaker in this offering seem to have incurred some kind of wound or illness from which full recovery has not been achieved. There is the mention of thoughts that attack, and later the assertion "it's all in my head," so it could be some kind of psychiatric disorder. The prognosis is bleak: "You will never be free." I hope that does not prove to be the case.