Wayward

Contorted blue hue mix swivel center black

Distorted turns like a tornado, abyss to not come back

Sink in deep waters, drown liquor, sicker than a ship, toss and turn more violently than the waves

Weather storms , black clouds thicker, lightning flicker, disappear behind the door of a mind turned into caves

Stalactites line the ceiling as water drops call to a place familiar

Echoes travel through to ask if there is still a will here

To push through pain and suffering

To meet the eyes of indifference without stuttering

To not bat a lash, or say a single thing, do not mutter

Gain strength like no other

And sacrifice the lover

Who never loved themselves

© The Sad Owl