Funny how
Solitude
Can bring about
The want to understand
That most likely
There isn’t much
To life as such
And this plague
I call solitude
Might soon just be
All that’s left of me
In this fortress
Of my distress
And me
-Rhea.t.V
Author: Rhea
Paranoia
My brain
It plays
These tricks
On me
Reality
And delusion
Collapse
Into a universe
Of vivid panic
With escape
Being
An illusion
Not long until
The paranoia
Peaks
And my safety
Feels threatened
-Rhea.t.V
The Thrill
A dash of despair
It’s in the air
Everywhere
The kind of distress
That serves to bless
The will to kill
Oneself
It’s in the air
Everywhere
A dash of despair
Rotting away
From deep within
The will to kill
Has never felt
Like such a thrill
-Rhea.t.V
Risky Whisky
Love is a risky game
That you cannot blame
For it can make you blissful
Or render you miserable
And I suppose
In a way
It’s a choice you make
To be devoured whole
Body and soul
Love is risky
Like whisky
That will burn
Before you learn
That all good things
Come with a price
-Rhea.t.V
Paper Skin
Another day
To lust it all away
A clock on the wall
Ticking in anticipation
To release it all
A brand-new day
Give it another try
Be optimistic
And pick up the knife
Lose all composure
And let the urge
Take over
The cravings had begun
The deed had to be done
-Rhea.t.V
Grey
It’s a sad day
And the sky is grey
A kind of sadness
That mothers the seed
Of madness
Like a boomerang
It returns home
And somehow
This sadness
Has manifested its home
In my mind
Making me blind
To all the things
That made me smile
Once upon a time
-Rhea.t.V
Hunted
With a single touch
He set aflame
Her temple to ashes
A single touch
And she had fallen
Against her will
To serve as prey
To his predator ways
-Rhea.t.V
Puppet Master
The question lies
In society
And it’s position
To dictate
What is
And what is not
We find ourselves
Conforming to it
Like the holy bible
It has come to be
A seed they planted
Ever so religiously
Long before
Our innocence
Could fathom
The stages of life
Over time
It flourished
And blossomed
To a strain of thoughts
That was never ours
To begin with
The question lies
In who we are
in who we really are
As individuals
And not puppets
-Rhea.t.V
Betrayal
A bullet was born
And you met your end
The price was paid
My tears in vain
I held you close
In disbelief
I had a choice
To save you or me
And there I was
Breathing still
With you long gone
It was a dream
Like no other
For waking up
Changes not
The imprint left
Of you
Bloody and frail
From my betrayal.
-Rhea.t.V
Love And Misfortune
The idea of love
Was to be together
Despite the odds
A promise made
To love eternally
Beyond the hands
Of ticking mortality
But how can she love
So authentically
When he loves
Only but
The idea of her
-Rhea.t.V
My Projections 