Escaping The Black Scape

9 o'clock...
I pour into my room after a lengthy lecture from my parents.
With a bruised heart, and a scared mental.
Slowly becoming bitter, mean and hardened towards everyone near me.
I would try to escape into the cyber world...
Where I take pain and just mixit with burnt Amber of a strangers company.
Trying to dilute the aftermath of emotional neglect.
Tired from listening to two tongues throwing tantrums.
My heart involuntarily drums
As the chemical limbs of adolescent hormones  keep beating it.
Stargazing, mind pacing... Wondering
Then finally enough of looking at the stars outside my window...
For now my eyes have gone glittery like the sky.
A face painted with firey burning tears.
My heart and mind cross -dress
Dancing a twisted waltz as my walls silently hummn subliminal
Hymns to lullaby my wailing soul.
Bloody Fingers fearfully caressing a crystal clear pen...
Only then came out that which bled from a stone heart.
My ink was blood... My ink was tears.
Coming from blind fingers darkened by the ignorance accumulated over the years.
The scene turned tragic...
My room with ruby red and white lined tapes to keep crowds out.
Lights dimmed with burgundy blue
In my blues days.
Rooftop popped off the top... But my emotions stay bottled by the sealing.
Wishing I could astral travel.
All I could do was lay on a blue carpet simulating the ocean...
And just write,
Hoping my ugly handwriting is enough to sword fight these emotions.