From my heart (1).

Opaque

Desolation a figure of a sentiment,

Widowed by the cold grief of a bitter kiss,

Held forever in an unrelenting lapse of depressive state,

Seemingly disappointed by the passing of the seasons,

Awoken to a strange, unrelenting feeling,

Echoing from the hollowness of my chest,

Repetitive knives sinking deeper,

Cutting with the intention to scar,

Scar the truth on my heart, injure the organ,

Supposedly sustaining my body,

But anguish and hurt run through my veins,

Pray for the intoxication of numbness to the world,

Let the years dwindle into the conversion of a memory,

Til all the scars fade, permanently etched a message,

A reminder to brutality, mentality,

Hinder me the emotives and pretences,

Give not the hope of a new dawn,

I see the opaque fog shrouding my senses,

Til I am blind to morality, certainty,

Isolate the heart,

So to the stabs of nostalgia I no longer kneel,

Awaiting for someone to save me.