Sickness Prevails....a poem by wrinkle22

cro magnon instincts raw inspired by ice cold actions raised against
cant understand. Mind running, running. Falls. It fails.
Cant stand it. Its brand new....Sickness prevails

Caught up with what i prayed could be good.
I saw the beacon, I saw your arms
Saw your arms stretch out to me like fire
The fire of the lighthouse. Calling...calling me home
Show me the way to avoid the pain. But now
Now the fire has died, and lost in the darkness i crash
Head first..rock bottom falling..its pain....Sickness prevails

Sitting. Head spinning. Thoughts forming.
Ice runs through my veins so thick. Dizzy from the blood rush.
Optimistic dreams stay hidden by pessamistic realities
Nothing shall ever be the same...its an endless pointless game
and everyone gets hurt for participating..its over now....Sickness prevails

Punch drunk love, drunken and intoxicated by a beautiful damsel
but now im the one in distress. The royality is gone..only the crown remains.
but soon it shall be gone and punch drunk shall turn into true drunkiness
Raising my glass in a toast to you....Sickness prevails

Ostrised by friends ill never know. Critisized by friends i thought i knew,
Wrapped up in my endless thoughts of you... pissed off with my mind winding. Teeth grinding.
my mind is bending but soon it will break
This life im creating is soon to crash
whiplash to bitter sickness at my own expense
and in the end no one knows why sickness takes me under
never to be seen again
love vanishes..gone without a trace
and in my heart.... sickness prevails