I don't fear death,
Oh the waste of time that'd be.
The deepest, darkest shades of my sorrow,
are perfect, flawless despair.
And I still keep trying,
to fill these graves of remorse,
with all the wrong choices,
and no shred of care.
Agony comes with no perks.
It brings with, entertained stares.
My suffering feeds sadists.
And yet I don't let them
go a day without starvation.
Because my pain, as damaging as it is,
leaves me growing numb to it's effects.
Pain subconsciously drives me
to dig deeper into my grave.
I cannot drown my demons,
for they know how to stay afloat.
I cannot simply bury them,
for the underworld is their home.
I cannot burn them,
for the flames are what they feed on.
And when those run out,
My sanity is what they claw on.
They, as bad as they are,
have become an evil addiction.
These demons that reside within me,
give me freedom with walls of fire.
~Diandra Rebello
