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In the muck
I read the messages, I hear there words but it's as if they fall upon blind eyes and deaf ears, my expressions stay the same and my feelings never change , even with all the joy they try to bring to my little world I still feel this demon in my soul, not allowing the warmth into its cold lair, I feel nothing but sorrow and fear for it is all I have every really known it's an anchor in my life that has always drowned out everything else and no matter how hard I try to break the surface it only keeps me at the bottom in the muck of the world where there is a void of nothingness but no space for love no space for light just darkness and pain and in the muck I struggle finding that the more I fight the worse im stuck and I've been stuck for so long I have no fight left, so now I stop fighting and breath in the void feeding the demon that has laid in wait for its fill.
