For I cannot
I rely upon the pain
To fight away the emptiness
But I also rely upon the emptiness
To fight away the pain
When I try to escape one
I fall into the arms of the other
They invite me deeper
Into the folds of their cloak
One cloak is crimson
The other black
The red is a substitute for the feeling I crave
The black a reprieve
From everything
Is one better than the other?
Can one be escaped easier than another?
Can one even escape- at all?
No...
I fear not.
One cannot escape the black
One cannot escape the red
It requires many.
Homies to drag you away
Friends to pull you out
Brothers and sisters to slay the darkness
And all to help one escape.