Sleep On

Sleep On Me-



Waking up..

Feeling old.. Life’s on hold.. Truths are told.. You grew so cold..



Yesterday.. So off.. It’s pulled me right over onto the wrong side of today’s bed.. I made it so full of dread.. Overflowing with monsters coming from my head.. Now I have to lay in it alone..



Waking up.. Feelings old.. Life’s a bit bold.. Truths are never told.. cold only to me..



Demons I have.. We will never tame.. Never given a reason to look back.. Especially if I hear you say my name.. I’ve taken pictures out of frames.. Disposing of your games.. I only have myself to blame..



Waking up.. Feeling old.. Life’s on hold.. Truths were told.. You grew so cold..



I recall.. Every pain.. Simple exchange.. Set ups to draw me in.. Development of gain.. Fragile to stain.. Pieces so broken no resemblance remains.. Definitely insane.. That’s how you train ? Breaking one with pain..



waking up.. Feeling old.. Life’s a bit bold.. Truths never told.. Cold only to me..



Continue.. Moving forward or refrain.. Easily explained.. Manufacturing ego.. So I can build myself.. Just to be able to let you go.. Not much to show.. Cut off your ties.. Left remaining a single tether.. Use to be light as a feather.. Now heavy as the bricks I write.. Here to now nothing fits so it’s gota burn..



Waking up.. Feeling old.. Life’s on hold.. Truths are told.. You grew so cold..



A Story.. To unfold.. Our temperature ran from hot to cold.. Hearts were lined up with shy and bold.. So hard to find someone to hold.. Debating on this all get old.. Existing where you exited.. To be still inside this perplexed box.. Not my first choice.. No room to flex..



Waking up.. This is old ! life’s so cold.. Who’s truths were told ? Who were you ever to me ?



Body wants.. Mind to crave.. Wild hearts never behave.. Just wanted to get what I gave.. Instead you kicked my purpose into a early grave.. For who did you save yourself ? Cut it out or stay her slave..



Waking up.. Feeling old.. Life’s on hold.. Truths were told.. You grew so cold..



Leaving myself.. Cause now I’m even going to find myself in a better way.. What a feeling.. No need to hear it.. I know I leveled up.. You should have never given up.. I did it now so what’s up ?



Never to sleep.. Yes it gets old.. Feeling someone so cold.. My truths will be ever told.. I bought everything you sold..



Nothing has.. Yet to change.. Still there was a metamorphosis.. A evolution of my inner workings.. Taking me higher than I will ever have to be.. Just so I never have to touch headspace ever again.. Now a new chapter in development..



Sleep on me..



Poetry By Cycle Of Scars

Artwork by Artist Unknown