Poetry of the Anonymous

XXXV - Death's Ode to Reality

Through a dark room of perpetual damnation,

Filled with the looming shadows and eclipsed echoes of your past,

A malevolent smile strikes through your slender soul,

Yet the eyes which pierce you shatter as the mirror breaks,

The illusion of all your mascaraed identity's and fatal facades instantly diminish,

You find yourself trapped with the abyss of truth,

Yearning for escape as the liquid veneer of happiness crushes you,

Hearing their contorted laughter rising from within your inadequacy,

Screaming that you weren't good enough,

That you're not worthy of actual love,

Only to lie mesmerised within its fatal inability to suffice the void within you,

Now suffused with romanticised memories of a bountiful time gone by,

You fall to the ground yet you never stop falling,

Ever unable to control the grand soliloquys racing through your mind,

Whispering through harsh tones that you should have been more,

That suicide will cause more pain to others than what you now bear,

The curse of depression curdling deep within your blood,

Rushing through your veins every hour of every day yearning for escape,

You can no longer bleed away your pain,

You can only lie in solitude,

A delicate flower scorched to death by the harsh light of reality –