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There is a hunger inside that I somehow cannot explain
It is so intense, I believe that it is driving me insane
I ask myself, why do I carry with me this dark need?
How can I heal when all my emotions tell me to bleed?
They are a window of sorts, a way to release the pain
All of my attempts to end this addiction were in vain
Now I just stop trying, and let the deep red blood flow
And watch it cascade down my skin, onto the floor below
Gone are the days when a simple heart-to-heart could stop me
"There is nothing you can do to ease my suffering," I decree
"My only comfort is this substance that courses through my veins
When I depart from this world it shall be all that remains"
Help me, this is an agonizing torture I can no longer endure
The only things I find are placebos in my search for a cure
No more, I do not want to exist in this cold, dark abyss
Death my long, lost friend, come give me your sweet kiss...
Stellar poem, but this line could be better.
"There is nothing you can do to ease my suffering," I decree
The "I decree" part seems a bit off. Maybe "now my decree" or something. Argh, it's too late for me to think straight.... Maybe the word "decree" is getting to me, for all I know....
Anyway. Great poem.