I have spoken of persona if they were my substitute

Words that were the nocturne of the celestial night

These people stay with me like shadows that linger

And fires that represent burning pain engulf my sight

These people reach out to offer comfort

With words and touching hands that when disturbed

Grip you and shake you so violent

That you fall to your knees and submit

Shadows creep over and engulf your mind

Making you doubt who you are and what you wish to be

Words that speak of hate and pain

Keeping you from yourself in deprivation

I speak of words that do with the angel

A wise figure who would know all

To guide the people away from the dark

And into the blissful peace of the light

But my words are as masked as my face

For they speak of only pain of a long forgotten time

Words lost in the ages

Swimming in darkness of eternity

And so I speak to you

My words forgotten like yesterday’s news

I hope that you will listen to my plight

But this mind has been damaged beyond repair

So I shall speak to you soon

When the daylight breaks through these fogged windows

Of my mentality they will show

And your awareness of the world will finally be known