a whirlwind of thoughts with grim intentions
yet sealed with stealth,
with boiling blood infected with multiple
poisons tearing down my health.
heart stabbing memories of a corrupted
past with permanent stains,
dreams and hopes lie in shadows as my
tears fall like rain.
my whisper echos as I cast out pleas
for my soul to transcend,
for the only ones who have never left me
are the demon's I call friend's.
as I look in the mirror are fragments my ref
reflection vacnt and hollow,
in my lifetime of rejection I'm drowning
in an abyss of the pain I swallow.
I bear scars deep enough to write novels
most could not understand,
though with beauty somehow I survive
barely above life's quicksand.
as a maddening storm brews creating
devastation within an internal war,
helplessly inhale anything to fill up the
parts broken and tore.
lies and betrayal that leaving me cold,
brittle, vacant within,
as I glide on through existance longing
for my final end.