My soul hunts for peace
But got case
I need rest
That's what best

How well can I fight the battle of old?
While I struggle with anxiety
My cold palms placed side by side
As I looked into the darkness of no end

Peace so far from me
But I hunger and thirst for better sanity
I can't keep fighting the reality
As I back the force of death
My head rests shakingly on the shoulders of the dark

My last hope of survival wither away
My emotions, not seen but felt
As I slowly fade away into the dark
My back only has hidden messages of plea.



@sadseabirds