Gold

The gold runs like blood from deep within,

Like a fury of thunder demanding to be heard.

It beats with my heart as my senses sharpen,

As your breath shudders while you drift off to sleep.

I feel the gold flow as I drift off to that gentle goodnight,

For I know you’ll be waiting for me through the mist of a nightmare.

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Bed of Needles

I’ll take a stand if it means you’ll see,

Despite it feeling like a bed of needles.

I’ll prove myself, if you’ll spare the time,

Although I know you won’t open your eyes.

What does it take, to wake you from your slumber?

Is it gold and riches, do you demand your luxury?

Perhaps my time can be invested elsewhere,

But we both know I’m cursed to find you.

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing,

Then there’s someone who will correct me.

Sometimes I stare into blank spaces,

Then there’s someone who changes my focus.

Sometimes I sit and day-dream too much,

Then there’s someone who tells me I’m deluded.

Sometimes I feel like this world isn’t for me,

Then there’s someone who tells me I’m damaged.

Sometimes the world tries to define you,

Then you wonder why they control you.