Tide of thought

my heart grows weary and faint from thinking, life's so complicated right now that my mind's a maze of thoughts
a puppet to imagination, jotting pain on books as i express how much my emotions are lost
a warrior surviving on only hope, a gladiator fighting what i adore the most
i am bleeding in the inside, a frozen corpse in Alaska letting his last wish of melting in global warming after the frost

the tides now are as high as tsunami, i can only pray that i see through it after it hits my life
i did survive the aftermath once, loosing trust to a ship i once en-grossly liked
drowned and sunk me deeper than titanic, resurfacing was bitter than how i bleed from thy knives
deep scars in the core of my chest, my heart still bleeds... sometimes i wonder if an even alive

my heart grows weary and faint from thinking, the thumping sound grows weaker and weaker with each passing night
insomnia seems a curse in my dying pit, sometimes i grow so weak that the only thing functioning is my eyesight
denying reality with every step i take, creating my own cult of burning facts as i pray harder for the 'unbreakable bond' from the Almighty
a precious jewel amidst these rhymes, life in truth amidst these very lines, i can already see myself tip toeing to insanity

the tides now seem to have a reverse effect on my being, i keep lying to my heart so much that i hate myself for it
poetry seems the last resort to comfort yet... the pen bleeds more pain in words than those i utter in my dying pit
my wounds bleed more profusely now, the thumping is so low that i cant even feel my heartbeat
the wave as high as twin towers is some days to where i sit, no matter the outcome i now know am prepared to meet it.