ERYS

"He lost his way and found it in the dark… If you come close, you'll learn we might not survive the night…"

Speaking with SYRE about our hearts' desires, wondering why the most beautiful things we seem to mire.

The echoes of insecurities bouncing off my minds walls, those are reason for my worst withdrawals.

Lacking in strength where I wish I could stand a bit stronger I wonder if my blindness and obliviousness are the reasons for which my Fearmongers?

I try to be better just for the night to come and ruin my progress. Left with thoughts that confirm that I'm simple and utterly a mental mess.

Aimlessly walking till I can't move anymore, the scenes only portray fields of trauma's flowers galore.

I reach down to take in their beauty while still being burdened by the weight of duty.

The journey taking its toll pushing my desire to go no further, SYRE's inner demons feed off of my own's fervor.

Back against the wall yet still rolling the dysmorphia of the mind and the waves of thoughts are boiling.

The thoughts roast the innards of my fragile psyche until my soul cries for mercy. The Devil pleased by my tortured screams tempts me with relief via heresy.

The temptation to go back on all the progress I've made only combated by the sound of her saying my name.

Falling and rolling in the deep, the sounds of the ocean muffling my screams so I'd never let out a peep.

The desire to watch my blood flow, building and building until I crash. The desire to let my pain show, more and more with each and every slash.