Double Edged Swordz

Living in your head is like a double edge sword.
You either go to war with every demon who swarm any ounce of happiness you mourn every morning,
Or.
Accept them as an angel we adore,
Where the only differences are the horns that are scorching!
Instances of messages through the smoke that is soaring,
Right above my body while I’m lifted from the floor and,
Hit the gas on a drive to break through the doors of,
Every opportunity stolen from me,
By my own palms…

Imagine being able to see within your own spec of darkness.
Knowing damn well which painting your eyes must stroke and harden,
On a canvas God installs in,
The bottom pit of our pupils…

But,
We go along with the beast!
Banging on your chest for some weed.
Or,
A drink!
Or some E!
Some Molly,
Percosets and a cup of lean!…

Addictions that arise when you’re feeling empty.
I remember that I only drank when I missed being loved by friends who became enemies.
Smoking a tree when my nature was always to be,
Around my beloved…
My beloved!
Those I covet in a heart where they’re pumping,
Back life into me…

But,
Nowadays I’m the monster isolated from society,
As I hunt down sobriety!
Sweet irony,
Of a Behemoth drunken by the thought of life away from every drink hiding each,
Scar most run away from once exposed…

Still.
Who wants to forcefully reside within their own Cave of Doom?
All I know is,
The first and only person to help you escape is,
You.
Yourself,
While you regroup and put a bandage on whatever wound,
Dripping out blood by the gallons…
By taking control of that talent God gave us,
The moment we had nothing to lose…