Hell is inside of me. Raging,burning,consuming...
Licking up hungrily every normal inch of me. Leaving in it's wake crumbly ashes,a sad reminder,a painful story....
The scars are engraved in this marble stone that is my heart,and embossed on every edge of this ivory castle is the poison that I have become...
Toxic,relentless,merciless...
I am a drying spring,a withering rose and you were my soil. And you left me parched and thirsty,life slowly ebbing out...
I can't even remember how to smile,my lips,they burn with the memory of you and they are now set in a permanent frown. I am pale,there's no colour in my cheeks and it isn't because it's frosty cold outside cause God knows the temperature inside my soul is below zero.
I have lost my hero so I wonder aimlessly,blind to the signposts,cognizant only of danger that my heart badly craves with the longing my lungs have had for the oxygen from you...
I feel nothing but the pain that is eating me up inside and this hole encroaching on everything I call rational.
I am a magnet to loneliness and she clings to me more fiercely than a leech. But without her company I am naked... without identity...
Many crave for liberty... with exception of myself because all I desire is sanity...
I am content with bars that would cage my fears and tame the monster howling in my mind...
I am content with the grey peeling walls because they mirror my failing empire... And these rats,we have one thing in common...
We wear the cloak of invisibility in a society swamped with expensive cologne and nauseating plasticity...
We are a real painting stacked against forged masterpieces that are hard with forced smiles that never reach their eyes,and pretense that never fully coats the fragility of their glass castles
YOU ARE READING
Wireless Mind
PoetryThese are aimless thoughts often banging at my door in the middle of the night demanding release. And I am at their mercy,to paint them in the truest picture on paper with words only the soul can conjure. Join me in my midnight dance with them...
