Maria's Lullaby

Another sleepless midnight melody, Restless voices, tainted soliloquy. Unrequited thoughts of what may be, Silent din, chaotic reprise.  Shadows lurk in darkness and light, Turning daylight into night. Relentless sirens of myth and lore, Somehow larger than life. Bitter wings of black and lead, Face down in a sea of red. Waves of heartache, maybe sorrow, No match for sanguine release. Same day, different rabbit hole, Twisted, strangling the very soul. Torn between the blackest black, Eternal, abyss evermore. Grasping to heal scars of yore, Wounds that touch the very core. Reopened for sport, lack of desire, To feel beyond the burn. Orgasmic, sense of joyous remorse, Self medicating away from the source. Grasping for truth or sense, Of why were here at all. A precise execution of innocence, Blinding, numbing at least one sense. Warmth in droves of scarlet and blue, Wash the frigid skin. Whispered screams, tortured muse, Choices, without the option to choose. Leading, following, succumbing within, The war wages on inside. Seasons change in seconds passed, Everything slow happens so fast. Scorned in the eyes of the faceless jury, Who's condemned without the truth. Sweet dreams of once a memory, Nightmares of what could never be. Endless opportunities, Story without an end. In a glimpse of clarity, Fogged by the stability, Tears are soothed by empathy. Bipolar lullaby.