You Shall See the Dusk and Dawn- Part 1

Fragile long I’ve been Broken like a split wind Leaves blow through the doorway into the hall Another scandalous fall Desperately trying to fight the call to split Some wit I’ve nurtured An insecurity blanket I’ve carefully knit Two wrist I’ve quickly slit A demon liquid settles in the pit of my stomach Another subject at the soul that I can’t afford Be reassured I’ve left a trail on the floor Self medicated I’m sure I won’t be sore I’ve been watching the peoples lips but I can’t find a meaning in the static sound But apparently it pounds Rounds up my thought applies some spackle to my crack smile Dials in my senses Fences of my heart and my cowardly mind darts for the door In a room full of ghost I feel dead the most And each line I write is pondered Many like blue notes are the scripts I’ve wrote I refuse to sugar coat all the words I’ve wrote If they fail to float to the top of your mind You will find they shall sink to the bottom of your heart The lights flicker and I peer into the eyes of the ghostly figure Who will blink first My lips crack with thirst And I look down to one thing worse My cracked smile cracks the mirror The ghostly figure turns and glides to the light switch besides the door He cracks a smile with a turn of the head While smirking he spoke cursing me with another seven years bad luck Am I speaking in some forgotten language That can’t be manage by the mind My tongue is silver lined Once I went to the docs and said doc I don’t feel fine Can you manage or help to find a remedy for what has been ailing me So he pointed and said “well you see kid it’s right here, your heart of complexity” Selectively he spoke his words in some kind laughable manor And he ended with “this is no laughing matter” I said please doc save your flattery it’s surely wasted on me What is the answer to my medical mystery He replied “I detect a hint of misery” But I experimented with humility and on occasion solitaria Counted my blessings sparingly But none of these things seemed fair to me So I paid respects in the streets Tipped my glass to nonconformity Drank to everything that was, is, and always will be Like the sun moon and their inaccuracy So sick of bureaucracy So doc won’t you doctor me Doc spoke up factually “quite honestly kid you baffle me” Well thanks doc thought I give it a shot Thanks for your time it means a lot It hit the spot