Balance

Nothing breaks the ice harder than dropping a bomb. Confidence is artillery when shots are fired high and strong. Ammunition brings the attitude into a barrel of fire. Hot in shell casings, a discharged scent tends to expire. It's the small things that aren't noticed until thought. Looking for a bigger picture, influence has it's perks. Dissection is the unmasking of details, making it work. Heavy like the metal screaming in song and noise. Solos squeal into ears, speaking tongues of it's voice. Rhythm has advantages to grip words deep and sweet. The variety in music is extraordinary to a list made for repeat. Honesty of all, it's better to hear the truth than a lie. Too many can bury one six feet under, won't get out alive. It's an opinion, choice is ownership of what's real. Interesting of the aftermath, being comfortable to feel. Every day is difficult to wake up wondering if I'll live. Whether I want to disappear, or have something to give. It's not all bad, there's good on levels when it lines up right. It could be mental, between mind and heart, hell of a fight. Welcome to my darkness, hiding behind a glance and smile. No demons allowed in my space, only I make it worthwhile. There's gotta be a balance in the body, open up the cage. Let the beast roam, to filter out the emotional rage. Admittance to the rollercoaster, paid with my life. Is chaotic in speed, photographic to memories still inside. Nightmares hold the PTSD within a childhood of hell. The ugliness destroyed me, suicidal thoughts I felt. I've tried what I could to rid myself of all the pain. Poisons, falling, cutting scars on my frame. No more point of escape when all starts to intervene. Turning of the tables is a future worth to be seen.