Don’t Worry About Me

Don’t you dare go worrying about me!The nightmares I have,The things that haunt me in my sleep– The curses I carry,The burdens I wear,You want to care–But on the contrary! You should see,The evil in me–The devil rooting himself,In my very being!But you can’t see, The darkness in my heart,The creatures crawling within,Making their way

I Can’t Go Back

Spinning slowly,Lulling me to sleep–Singing sweetly in my ear,Holding me close to their cheek–The spinning comes to a crash!I fall out of their arms,I breathe heavily and fast–My heart was racing, full of alarm,And I wasn’t spinning slowly.It was a long spiral trap–I was the marble slowly going down,And as much as I try, I

Blackout Poetry: Merlin Seven Songs by T.A. Barron

Click to see the full image. I’ve never been too good at blackout poetry, but it is enjoyable.

I’ll Do Well

You cannot convince me that I am good,Because the message can never be understood,I’m a monster, a demon, I might be the devil–So bury me in the dirt with your metal shovel!I always wanted to be buried six feet deep,Because I need to get back to my home underneath.This world, well, it haunts me.Because I

Are You Sick Yet?

There might be beauty in life, but there is also beauty in death.Beauty in the darkness, the void, the nothingness, the end.Beauty in knowing there is no saving us now,Beauty in this show we call life; well, give us a bow.In the end, it’s all questioned somehow.You want to cling to this pathetic rock in

Turn Out the Light

Like a lullaby gently whispering in my earYou are the only thing I fear–I fear the light,I don’t fear the night!Because the dark slowly comforts me,The dark is the only thing I see,The dark is the only thing I need! Because I’ve only known black night,I’ve only known how to shut off the light! Like

Stay Away

Why am I dreaming of you?Why am I seeing your face?After the hell, you put me through!You’d better stay in your place! Away from me,And all the suffering–Let me be free,Of your miserable energy– Go away!I don’t want you here!You cannot stay!You cannot interfere! With the progress I’ve made,Since you’ve been gone,Please go away–I’m trying

Out of Reach

The whole world beneath my feet,But all of it is out of reach.I grasp the air trying to find,Sanity when I’m out of my mind.I try to see better days,When my body begins to feel safe.But sometimes it’s so out of reach–I reason, beg, and plead. Is this what life really means?Is this what life

Save Yourself

Sometimes I feel like I am bleeding–I’m laying on my bed; I can feel it seeping– My skin is slashed open and I am aloneGushing out blood; this isn’t my home! I can’t be helped–(Can’t be helped)Save yourself–(Save yourself)

Journal Listing #1: My Greatest Fantasy

Sometimes I get the feeling that I was never made for this life. That one day I’ll wake up and this was all just some dream I fabricated through my imagination. Sometimes it can feel like I’m drowning and sinking farther down into the darkness. That when I try to breathe, I feel like I’m