Thoughts of a Loner.

Cursed Being. (By Sapphirus)

In the chambers of his shattered psyche,
He treads lightly of fear of the shards beneath his feet,
One he sought love and kindness with an open heart,
A vessel brimming with hope and spilling with dreams,
Yet in each embrace,
Yet in each whispered promise,
Became a dagger twisting deep within his chest,
Now he walks a tightrope,
Tightrope stretched thin,
Between the abyss of loneliness,
Between the chasm of madness,
Between the gates of broken dreams.

In the chambers of his shattered psyche,
His mind became a labyrinth of bruised memories,
Where the echoes of past lovers resound like ghosts,
He yearns still for warmth of connection,
But the cold grasp of doubt clutch to his resolve,

For what is love but a game of shadows?

A perilous dance with the specter called pain?

His wisdom advices him to flee,
Advices him to fortify his emotions,
Yet his soul ever restless seeks the light that only promises darkness.

In the chambers of his shattered psyche,
He is a creature of paradox,
A creature born of duality,
A man who despises the very thing he desires,
Crimson hatred,
He longs to feel yet fears the fracture it will bring along,
To his already sense of splintered self,
His scars are not of flesh but of mind,
Invisible,
Yet deeply ingrained,
Like roots entwined in his very being,
Feeding upon his fears,
Growing along his grief.

In the chambers of his shattered psyche,
He communes with his demons at night,
They speak to him in tongues he knows too well,
They remind him of every broken promise,
Every sense of emptiness he ever felt,
Of the times he bared his soul only to be left hollow,
He listens to them but not of obedience,
Of necessity,
For they are the keepers of his pain,
For they are the eternal guardian of his sorrow,
Yet even in his darkest hours,
He clings to a fragment of hope,
A flicker of final hope in the vast darkness of his mind.

In the chambers of his shattered psyche,
He is a man who sees too much,
A man who understands more than necessary,
Who sees world and life for the cruel joke it is,
Love to his is both balm and poison,
A dichotomy he can neither accept nor reject,
He is trapped within himself,
A prisoner in his very golden wisdom,
For to love again is to risk annihilation,
Hence he lingers in the twilight of indecision,
Caught between the fear of healing and breaking once for all,
His mind is a stormy ocean that remains ever churning,
He is the captain of the ship battered by the winds of doubt,
He knows not of the destination,
Only that the waters grow darker,
And the waves more treacherous,
Yet he sails on as to stop is to succumb,
To the madness that gnaws at his resolve,
He is a man tethering on the edge,
Yet he hopes of the shore his crimson gaze can't yet grasp.

In the chambers of his shattered psyche,
In the end his is but a fragile soul,
Strong in mind yet fragile in spirit,
He fears the breaking,
Not of heart,
No,
But of his very self,
For he has tasted the bitterness of love's betrayal,
He is wise,
But wisdom remains a double edged sword,
It cuts through both the illusions and hope,
So he remains in the twilight of his soul,
A man who desires love,
But fears it's touch,
It's toxin touch.

~ Sapphirus