Mental Prison

When the heart breaks, darkness becomes a home. Light jst another spectrum and morning without dawn. So i take a deep breath for a smoother roam. A thought of weed, alcohol and some pills for my potion. Escape, memory loss and maybe some hypnotism. Amnesia for my poem. I write to forget and remind myself I am alone. I only have AlTriz in this world.Hope, love lost and being hopeless becomes attraction. Make space in my head for my demons. There is no longer a room in the house of Christians. I have been cursed with barbarism. With the dark force makin me whole coz of the light taken. Now i crave chaos and pandemonium. Carelessness with a bit of freedom. Fearlessness and taste of poison. Bars to fill up my mental prison. Making sure the happy memories of us are locked in. I can never forget so i will jst keep on living. If I had a millennium i would live like a Viking. With hopes of being accepted by Odin. Jesus pouring his blood on me for some saving. While the sun becomes extremely hot through the hands of Horus. Sometimes its like divinity never blessed us and darkness is what i belong in. Sometimes it fills like spirituality is made of demons and I have only myself to believe in. So I waste away into my own prison...  Of thoughts