I've Met My Maker

I annoy myself

Depression is my maker

I'm a product of it’s wealth.

Brain drained

soaking in the pain

driving me insane.

Irregular beats shudder me cold

Numb lost cries slowly bring me to fold

No feelings to bring me home

I create my prisons where ever I go

Imagination used to fuel my creation

Now it feeds me you, I see every fucking situation

Scenarios burning behinds my eyes

My soul slowly creeps out of me in the tears from my cries

The weight of confusion sits on my heart, pulls on my mind

Raping my soul, rendering me blind

Happiness ran away with thoughts that you might stay

Rage replacing faith, a false hope to maintain

Sickly sweet as you keep

Where all you’re sadness meets

Keep your positive, feed me the negative

Your heart I soothe, pain in love, I’m glad I did

~patch