I often find myself with the ghosts after the whole world goes to sleep, The world say those creatures are horrifying but to my wonder I saw them weep.
It always seems like their darkness is my comfort even though they suck out my light, My world sometimes seems dull and shallow do they have it bright?
They know the colour of my nightmares and all the words that drag me below, How the world starts slipping out of my body whenever I hold on and try to swallow.
Breath by breath I try to walk, not sure about the horizon or meadow, I was told not to go too far as hell has nothing to offer, now I know.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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You can read more from Mermaid at ‘a.mermaid’spen_’ at: