misunderstanding

Cold calamity, hits me hard on the way down. Crashing beneath the streets i’m sinking under. The bang the noise like thunder deep and rollinng. The smell of rain drops sticking to my skin. This worlds thin veil of wonder has just worn off and i’m standing dead in the middle of a delema. Set it down so there is no confusion, i’m at the end of my days. End of my witts, throwing fits of depression like rag dolls hitting the walls. Im stalling whats comming next. Just rest my head for a moment. The torment of the day is killing me, stilling my hands is harder then you could know. A simple smile is harder to share. Stare into the empty vestages of my mind, time is slowly escaping while i just run in circles trying to find the next foot hold. I’m not some piece of art, i’m not one to be stuck in a mold but thats where i’m heading. Conforming to the rest of the worlds ideals, while mine just become disillusioned figments of a brighter day, i’m a liar, i’m nothing more then what i appear to be, i’m slow to the draw but i make good on my promises. One day i’ll be standing where i want to be, one day this will all make sense, and one day it will all be ok.