IMAGERY.

[u/crownlessarchive]

What an awful day.
What a merciless life.
If misery is the way… is it worth it to stay alive?

So much trouble, so much pain.
They’ll call you a “devil” yet they’re the ones who paved your way.
Could it be they’ll be the ones digging your grave, too?

Aren’t they doing so?
Little by little. Used to be subtler then but gone is the shame and full of themselves are the evil.

The thrill you get—oh, what a sick twisted mind.
You’ve been there before.
That’s how you know what’s behind.

A youth wasted and passed by.
What did you get besides becoming sick on the mind?
You pity yourself but you’re bound to an inaudible cry.

Cry all you want.
Watch your vision getting blurred.
You’re destined for sorrow
‘cause otherwise… why would you write?

A tortured poet. A wandering soul.
Isn’t it exactly what your predecessors had to endure?
The sicker you get, the more prolifically you’ll write.

What about love?
That’s a secondary character.
Is there anything more poetic than watching a body getting decomposed while still alive?
Imagery is where the beauty lies.

The drugs you’re taking… they’re pulling you.
They should’ve been gone by now but they’re having their way with you.

Sanity.
Do you even remember being sane?
You’re saner than you’ve ever been.
Doesn’t insanity look so appealing in its own way right now?

Sick in the mind.
Write your final goodbyes—wait, you have none.
You so wish to be gone…
But the more you daydream about it…
Imagery is where the beauty lies.

— Crownless.