Untitled Poetry

When the darkness comes
The mind must come to terms
With the weight of the shadows
That lurk in it's formless frame
Deadly in looking to tame
The light glaring at it's path.

Demons come to live
To ignite chaos they strive
Making fear quite active
To wear down a tired soul
Counting it's own fouls
And bring a man on his knees.

Follow the light
That constant guide in sight
Freedom calls on the other side
Drop the obnoxious pride
Watch that next fucking step
The fall of a man is a rough ride.

The sky must come to earth
To save this man from the wrath
One that can cripple his mind
Turn his instinct unrealistically blind
Never again to taste the sweet stuff
Like floating on blunt puffs.

This was taken a few weeks ago on a wall of a certain organisation I had the opportunity of visiting!

Coming back to life... Yours faithfully.

                           **Cross Posted**

BQ.