“Road of the Weary” by J.L. Pendall


Have you ever looked strange to yourself?
Sometimes I think that I'm deformed
A hideous creature that yearns
To be freed from this form

Have ever worried too much about a minor pain?
I do it myself, every single day
Every headache's a tumor
Every feeling's a delusion

Have you ever had a swinging mood?
I'm a different man each time I wake
My periods of darkness and light
Are patterns in this mind

There is a curse in my family
Passed down through the blood
Our brains can be consumed in fantasy
Paranoia, delusions, and gloom

This curse in me can be a blessing
I walk the crumbling edge between
Reason and insanity
Here I have found beauty