Delirium

The crimson sun with its bold eyes
Sees me for the shine I radiate from the outside.
Yet the deliria in my soul denies
The goodness I longed for and supplied.

I feel the need to drown in mistakes
That echoe through every passage from my notebook.
The wind turns away the pages for my sake,
But the words still sting with every path I mistook.

In hopeless circumstances, my will is dry
Though I made it this far I wonder.
Can the days continue on with no one nearby?
Or will I fall helplessly under?

The moon in me breaks and parts in ways
That shadows my fears and steals my smiles.
There are wounds that fade but forever stay
So I breathe in strong and walk the mile.

And forever there I go,
But where,
Oh where,
I do not know.