Poems of the fallen

Have you ever felt imprisoned by your own mind? Have you ever started feeding on your own soul, hoping to achieve the sinister peace of a shallow grave?
I feel like that, all the time, slowly sinking in the abyss of forbidden memories, sharp as the shards of a broken mirror that reflects the darkness of light itself. I am broken, I have accepted my nightmares and thus I am molded by them. The flame inside me has been eaten by the darkness of my thoughts. My heart has been replaced by a cold void. I hope you shall find a bit of your own lost grace in my poems. I'd rather cut my heart than lose my wings!