The colour crimson the shape of my tears The anxiety inside me makes me want to disappear
Choking down these feelings this hurt and anger
My mind body and soul may very well be in danger
This fleeting timeline the crisis inside me My clouded eyes drowning in misery Cloaked in a veil masked by a smile my sadness knows no bounds
The gates of hell getting closer I can hear the demons howl
But not all is lost or in vain sacrificing my time to help others succeed
The depths of my heart cannot be free I Hide it all away in jokes and gags
But my feelings aren’t so good shrouded in disarray
Creed's Poetry 