It pierces through my chest ,
It makes me bleed inside and leaves no trace on my body,
It terrorizes me, and makes me breathe despair,
It breaks me and makes me lie flat down,
It tortures me slowly, feeling me with anguish,
Cunningly destroying every of my set goals with demons of doubts,
It makes me lose my head, and turn on myself,
It sabotages the already soft, cunning but erratic setting of my mind,
It kills me passionately, till I am totally smoked, left to rot,
And me, in all this, I try to mitigate this thing,
I try to make it lose itself in the never endings parts of my foggy mind,
Till it becomes mist itself, because that's the power of Neptune,
But at times, it faces me head-on, and I am left defenseless,
And I kneel down, and say,
"C'mon loneliness, kill me now, end this ceaseless torture. Kill me now. Let me befriend the good hearted ghosts. Because right now, I have no one to watch my back. And I feel so goddamn alone. So, go ahead and kill me."
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Life poems
PoetryPoems and writings from a simple, melancholic, depressed person, who is looking for a purpose to his life. I write about how things appear to me. This work deals mostly with the mind, and the depressing thoughts and feelings that I feel or try to su...
