Not so close (after all)

I try so hard to get out of this black hole, crawling slowly closer to the strength and light inside my soul, though I feel a heavy weight

It hinders my movement, a big Neanderthal sits crushing my ribcage

He breaks my heart by pressing it to bloody pulp

Different parts of me scream

Head and heart, my arms and legs

My strained vocal chords which rarely let me down

My eyes! They sting as down my cheeks pour dark realities

I’m battling with psychosis and rationality

Though, I don’t know whose crest I bare

I’m a grey knight, a colour blind soldier

My battles are aimlessly fought and both allies and foes lie wounded with festering limbs

I retreat, back into the dark, my continual friend

I badmouth the oaf I lie with, my natural response

But it’s by fault of my own I get into this mess

Too lazy and weak to clean

I’m alone again