MyMysery

I wanna burst into rhymes,
and cry with my artistic mind,
with a poetic verse that defines, the conflict inside. . .

My mental struggle, so loud and subtle,
as it slowly crumbles, my psyche cuddles evil thoughts and I stumble. . .

In the mirror I cannot see my face because my reflection looks away,
in my own space I'm out of place I guess it's foolish to stay...

My mind is a maze and I'm always amazed,
how I cannot find a way out of my own grave.
Mental pain I am it's slave.
My aura an ominous haze.
I feel it is time to uncage, this heated rage that has concaved my brain...

But I still feel the same. . .

If I'm going down I'm taking everyone with me, is that the right thing to say?
Lord am I still sane?
A question I ask God everyday. . .
I feel I've already passed away, I have fumbled life...
I may breathe everyday, but I'm never alive.