Sunday, 29 October 2017

Cursed Medium

These visions are blinding,
Their hold is too binding,
All those secrets I'm finding,
My sanity is unwinding,

Sinking into my memory, burning,
Try to block them, stomach churning,
To those old simple days I'm yearning,
But there's no chance of them returning,

I hold on to a wall, reeling,
I'm unbalanced, hanging from a ceiling,
My vision blury, my eyes seeling,
That's my glass heart you're annealing,

Tell me your secrets but don't show,
I don't want to see your life from the front row,
I watch you suffering like a scarecrow,
Unable to move, frozen from head to toe,

Lord help me, I'm losing my sanity..
Can't stop my outburst of profanity,
I don't claim this to boost my vanity,
This is my curse, and denying it is insanity,

Amy x