The Nightmare

Dead Eyes.

Warning triggering! So please understand you are not alone this is just poem I wrote so please understand you are not alone.

There's a something so alluring about depression.
Quite a horrific thing to think.
The seamlessly senselss trope of beauty in pain.
Lately the dark wins and the light dims so the story unfolds in a new way.
The so called "new light" is just the darkness in disguise.

Dead eyes in the mirror.
Dead eyes stare back.
A face but without shape.
The eyes only hide the void inside.
I close my eyes and find a vastness of thought the questions of life on loop.

The sound of silence cuts through deeper then a knife.
Nothingness is so much more louder then sound.
I sound cryptic but I'm just completing myself.

Dead eyes that hide.
Dead eyes that loose their light.
I used to think depression was a monster now I wonder if it's my only friend.
In a sea of silence I'm completing myself
wondering whether I've become that monster yet?

Theirs a side of me know one sees.
Theirs something I'm afraid of.
Theirs something in my depths that doesn't make sense.
Theirs also the silence.
I might sound cryptic but I'm just completing myself.

Dead eyes that are inside.
Dead eyes that say so little but communicate so much.
I used to pretend but now theirs no sense.
I'm alone in thought and that's terrifying.

Laughter can be chilling when done at the wrong moment.
It can be louder then the sound of nothingness.
Becuse it is a reminder of the things better left unsaid.
I might sound cryptic I'm justbut I'm just contradicting myself.

Dead eyes am I done yet?