Progress report + a poem · 6:14am Jan 13th, 2015
Poison
I have no poison for my bad nights. I don’t have cigarettes or razor blades. My mind’s got bets on how long till I snap like a stick. My armor’s thick but it’s worn down and heavy, and at this point it’s just making me more tired. I’ve fired all of my security detail because I can’t stand to let them see me in pain, even the rain being enough to hurt. I’m half insane and waning like the moon. But I don’t have a poison to make it easier.
And I’m out of time to ask for something. The merchants have no wares and no matter what affairs I claim they have nothing left. It is the same for my friends, who have already purchased their pills and knives, trading in pieces of their lives for a chance to not be in pain the whole time.
And for those who I try to help…
I am the poison.
So I'm having a really bad night tonight, and I'm feeling so broken right now that I'm actually in pain.
As far as writing goes, I'm a little stuck on Blind, and I've been trying to work on a different story that is based on an event that actually happened to me, so it's got a lot of sentimental priority. It's a short, 4-part story that involves TwiShy (as usual) and some very real drama. I'm going to warn you now it is extremely personal to me, so I won't be tolerant of any flak it may catch in any form.
</3 DarqFox
Hugs!
If you need someone to talk to, feel free to contact me.
Well if the story and Writing is as good as your other stuff you won't get any flak from me.
~Tobben