Memories and flashbacks,
Hoovering before her eyes,
Taunting her of what once was,
A knife twists through her heart,
Her empty soul darkens,
Her eyes blur with tears she refuses to shed,
She lost her faint glimmer of hope she once had,
She just wishes to have amnesia,
And forget about everything,
So she'd stop drowning in nostalgia,
She awaits her last breath,
And to go cold with death,
The words ring in her mind,
Like a beautiful siren,
Driving her insane,
She awaits for it,
Wondering why it won't come,
She can no longer control the demons,
That she sees as her reflection,
The monster that lays within,
That breaks her apart,
Too slowly,
And for too long,
Sometimes she wishes to escape,
But the knife has finally stopped twisting,
So did all the voices,
The words that were in vain,
And with that,
All
The
Pain.
YOU ARE READING
Void.
RandomPoetry & extracts from books I'll never write. This traumatizing collection of extracts were written when I was 12 - don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
