Beat..
Location
Beat..Beat..Beat
The metronome in my chest continues steadily as i rest my heavy eyelids
I'm tired
So tired.
But whats new
My life is like a tragedy written by Shakespeare
Like the grief of a life taken too soon
My life is a puzzle with pieces that don't fit
All the thoughts in my head constantly colliding with each other leaving my heart heavy and my soul torn.
Sometimes I fight them..
The demons that desire my presence on Earth to become not existent
Sometimes.. I win and other times I lose, the loses driving daggers into my chest.
Ripping my entire essence into a bloody mass of everything and nothing.
Every battle I become stronger..
But I give a little of myself away..and that makes me weak.
That weakness
It eats away at me
Constantly reminding me of its existence
Of my memories..
Scars..
Pain..
I'm Tired.
So Tired.
Beat..
Beat..
Beat...