I Write To Feel Better
I’m dealing with ptsd flashbacks & other issues today & wrote a song about the flashback I had:
“ Can’t Be Erased “:
I’m the target of a man, who’s trust drew me in. Upon his dead threshold, demons come to life. Just freed myself from reason & soon saw in black & white. Call him a seed of evil but, what’s that mean if he’s conceived within my mind? Leaking from the ceiling, shadows bleed through the lines. Is that my heart that’s beating or illusion I’m alive? Do what’s necessary, keep appeasing his divines. It’s me I should be believing cause he deceived us with lies. Really? Has it been a few years? It appears I could’ve been killed there. His cold, dead eyes taught me what to fear, reminds me why I left them. Why did he come? Let me go, he should be leaving. Whatever else he planned, don’t wanna know, what are these demons? If I’m stuck here, I might as well try, secrets are unlocking but, too bad his exit ain’t. Despite his mask of happiness, he dwells on dark despair. Trust may be there but, who you let in, beware. The mind is mightier than the sword & has no limitations, can’t restrain, his ink stained & nothing can erase him now. I can’t describe the face I saw, it was one I used to recognize. Never harm the hand of love. He cursed me with trust. Scathed & disgraced. Tainted by hatred, he can't be erased. Met me, betrayed me he’s written me in & it can’t be erased. He was always the monster & I was his muse. His size made him stronger but, that power was abused. His voice is ringing & my heart is pumping. Now, I need to run cause the devils coming. I really need help, I’m surrounded by upside down shadows. I don’t have a guide, just a little senses left with a voice that I don’t know how to handle right. The devil’s darlings turned a lot of wheels, but, this can’t be real. Stop this, Franks off his reel. Got a feeling, he’s not done. A unholy bargain, a demonic seal with a master plan that Was revealed. I’m blinded by the evil growing, my heart is full of his loathing, with wounds that I keep from showing. He’s the demon in clothing. Loves the shock of viewing, pushed me to the brink of blowing, hopes I don’t thing of going, weigh me down to keep from floating. Dragged with him to bring him joy. He kept me from being free. Kicking, screaming, sinking slowly, gave my heart, that’s what he took from me. Scathed & disgraced. Tainted by hatred, he can't be erased. Met me, betrayed me he’s written me in & it can’t be erased.
“ Can’t Be Erased “:
I’m the target of a man, who’s trust drew me in. Upon his dead threshold, demons come to life. Just freed myself from reason & soon saw in black & white. Call him a seed of evil but, what’s that mean if he’s conceived within my mind? Leaking from the ceiling, shadows bleed through the lines. Is that my heart that’s beating or illusion I’m alive? Do what’s necessary, keep appeasing his divines. It’s me I should be believing cause he deceived us with lies. Really? Has it been a few years? It appears I could’ve been killed there. His cold, dead eyes taught me what to fear, reminds me why I left them. Why did he come? Let me go, he should be leaving. Whatever else he planned, don’t wanna know, what are these demons? If I’m stuck here, I might as well try, secrets are unlocking but, too bad his exit ain’t. Despite his mask of happiness, he dwells on dark despair. Trust may be there but, who you let in, beware. The mind is mightier than the sword & has no limitations, can’t restrain, his ink stained & nothing can erase him now. I can’t describe the face I saw, it was one I used to recognize. Never harm the hand of love. He cursed me with trust. Scathed & disgraced. Tainted by hatred, he can't be erased. Met me, betrayed me he’s written me in & it can’t be erased. He was always the monster & I was his muse. His size made him stronger but, that power was abused. His voice is ringing & my heart is pumping. Now, I need to run cause the devils coming. I really need help, I’m surrounded by upside down shadows. I don’t have a guide, just a little senses left with a voice that I don’t know how to handle right. The devil’s darlings turned a lot of wheels, but, this can’t be real. Stop this, Franks off his reel. Got a feeling, he’s not done. A unholy bargain, a demonic seal with a master plan that Was revealed. I’m blinded by the evil growing, my heart is full of his loathing, with wounds that I keep from showing. He’s the demon in clothing. Loves the shock of viewing, pushed me to the brink of blowing, hopes I don’t thing of going, weigh me down to keep from floating. Dragged with him to bring him joy. He kept me from being free. Kicking, screaming, sinking slowly, gave my heart, that’s what he took from me. Scathed & disgraced. Tainted by hatred, he can't be erased. Met me, betrayed me he’s written me in & it can’t be erased.
