Melancholic Inception
Deliver me into my hell,
Load up the shotgun shells.
Save the words I will not hear,
I’ve decided to live in fear.
I’ll bury my pain in these scars,
As the PTSD sets off alarms.
If peace is money, I have no wealth
It’s hard to win a war against yourself.
Sometimes I wish I couldn’t love,
So I could abandon what’s above.
Sanity was banished far before,
I was enlisted in this war.
If peace is money, I’ll always be poor
I can predict the weather, but can’t change the storm.
Bury me beneath my memories,
Suffocate me inside my agony,
This is where I want to be,
This is who I can’t defeat…
Copyright © Christian Medina | Year Posted 2020
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