Justine’s Way

Justine’s Way

Under the bridge of chaotic meandering

An illusion, as there’s always a pattern within

Of conscious utility or merely reactionary

The risk is limiting the imaginary

And so the emotions that darken, envelope

From thriving positivity into melancholy

Reality that hurts and suddenly nihilism prods

A shock in futility and a cry into nowhere

Then a step towards salvation is a mountain to climb

Much easier to surrender then fail

But accepting Satan’s gift infuses emotions of self-disgust

The decline to suicide or into a perpetual veil of tears

A return to the elixir which isn’t a fixer

And only the road to self-destruction comes easy

So I reject it and ignore demented feelings

Instead embrace difficulty that collides with emotions