:twisted: The Price of Power :twisted:
The deep abyss calls my name night after night,
It calls to me, telling me to come curl up in its soothing darkness.
And yet I am haunted by the things lurking just inside the black.
I must stay in the world of light, no matter how much my mind begs for sleep
Whenever I do slip away, lose control and just give in
My mind torments me with visions of demons and spirits.
I wake up from nights like this one,
my throat raw and my eyes burning from the salty tears
I sit and wonder what I did to deserve this pain
Does anyone understand the pain I go through?
Would anyone understand if I tried to tell them??
I doubt they would, so I hide it away inside me.
You learn to live with it, the Insomnia
You start going mad, I've heard it happens
What is madness? The urge to laugh when everyone else is somber?
Or is it truly what they call it?
Is the rage I feel burning just beneath the surface a sign of madness?
If so, then I accept the madness. This madness gives me power.
Power over enemies, for they do not know what to expect when I fight them.
They cower and they squeal as I let loose the rage, they beg for mercy.
:twisted: If the price of this power is insomnia, then who am I to complain :twisted:
Thanks for reading. I didn't really have an outline, I just let loose my emotions again. And this one (fortunately and unfortunately) is real and is based on my own feelings.