Treasure Island

Kolt Kudray

(02/25/1988 / Palm Springs)

My Madness, My Dream


In my life, in my mind
In broken memories I live my dream
It takes my life and my very soul
Taking with it my memory loosing years.

My confusion this depression is agony
Lonely is this life but Im born to need no one
God you know I out of my mind
..and my heart is torn so.

I live dreams seen through your eyes
dropping to the sky, which be up in my torn mind?

My imagination makes my dream a real reality
Walking with my shadow vigilantly searching
for truth in this fabricated reality of mine
I live and painstankingly learn from thy mistakes

I live the dream, I am the Raven.

Submitted: Monday, November 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 19, 2013

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I have given my depression a name it is Raven my personal Demon.

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