@graxia123 18 July 2020

anxiety

"Anxiety". A loaded gun behind the perfect shot, infiltrates my mind with memories I forgot. Pills and potions couldn't help ease the pain, the man with the mask I can no longer keep sane. And in the bleeding sky I saw, scars I've encountered once before. The depth is scary, but I can't look away, I dive and drown in this red ocean every day. I close my eyes and hum a song, trying to outshout the things I've done wrong. It's a suicide mission to try and win this fight, so I'll just get lost with the strangers of the night. On the gleaming tracks I run with no goal, it's just an endless journey within a distant black hole. I'm just a fraction of something that could've been great, but, I know it's too late to change my bulletproof fate. . . 9x12 charcoal and pastels . . . . . . .