Rude Awakening

Been working on my hosting site and alot of other stuff here recently so I couldn't post but I am somewhat back. Tried writing a little different than my usual aa bb cc dd etc. Hope y'all like the piece. Oh and this isn't about me it is just one of those wierd things that came to me.


A grain of salt and tear of pain,
A flower dying in the rain,
Portrait of broken hearts,
Array of black, white, and grays,
String of sanity now frays,
Living with so little a heart,
Who wrote this story I ask,
I look to who the Christians call God,
He slowly shakes his head,
I look to the demons in the closet,
They stare back as though wishing they had,
I soon suspect my parents,
But it fails to make sense,
Searching for this crazed being,
Searching for some glimmer of truth,
I search my past and my present,
I search my youth,
I search the punctures in my arm,
The cuts along my wrist,
The lies I couldn't resist,
From sea to dreary sea,
To the top of the mountain peaks,
To the bottom of the deapest valley,
I passed the blame off on everyone I could,
Such a horrible story who would,
I scream at myself to the mirror,
I scream at myself in a spitefull terror,
A burning hate for this mistic figure,
This pain how could he make me endure,
I was finally able to settle down,
I gathered myself then went to get some sleep,
Even after my consciousness had died off,
The thoughts had in no way died or lost steam,
A figure stood above me screaming and crying,
I felt a pain as though I was dying,
As he came into view I began to recognize him,
I looked to see the pen in my right hand,
Racing away writing every word he said.