my indigo soul

Crying, screaming wreaking havoc,
timless hours in inner traffic,
bloodshot eyes just deadly tired,
dreams and hopes upon this; fired.

My indigo soul, sneakily stabbing,
innocence, desperatly grabbing,
pole and heart and whatelse there is,
all awhile I feel amiss.

Abyss, abyss my poor light,
is more tired smiles than a fright,
abyss mine, called by the void,
shadowy tale on a polaroid.

My heart's been leaking, passing shades,
and before all I got passing grades,
for the void consuming me,
your heart's content leaves me be.

Oh dear god whoever you are,
head's tilted downwards all to far,
heart's heavy, gushing open blood,
while drying eyes remember floods.

Falling senseless, immersing shower,
I see in you, oh blackpole tower,
my future, what was meant to be,
but oh, why is it that there's nothing to see?

Asking, crying ugly face,
bringing all those words to waste,
in deserts inner wasteland zone,
a mere knocked-over wooden cone.

Thrilling feelings, oh what a fake,
who am I kidding, what does it take?
To make believing, here alone,
where never honesty was shown.

Where never once one did care,
or rather, dared my burden to share,
someone other than this fake name,
threatening, the one I became.

Down, down underground,
screeching, yelling high-pitched sound,
remarks the end of what began,
as I decided, way back then.

A heart so close to mine in dreams,
is it as sore as it seems?
Closing doors, opportunities,
taking over responsibilities.

Taking over my own life,
to kill ever seedling there was to thrive.