The anguish that dwells in my body stirs in my stomach and will forever only trap me in my own built up hell.
My eyes are darkened with sadness my lips are stained with pain .
I was in a bad a place in the past , for sure I have dug my grave this time .
I feel trapped in my own existence .
Numb . But the nothing and the darkness of the four walls around me .Smothered by the fumes that is my life, which is choking me to death.
Sleep isn't even a escape anymore , I am captured in my dreams by the demons of my confusion and guilt.
No hell can be more harsh then my own memories.
Standing in a smoke filled room blinded by the glaze of the fog, hope to take it in, drift away , maybe die and no one will have to say goodbye. Forget. and be forgotten . forgotten and and be replaced .
What lies in the mists in my path everything turns to darkness and death. The world of my dreams and the world of my reality are setting in and falling together.
The lines are becoming b l u r r e d.
I will be lost soon and not able to come back . I don't belong here ....
I'm living I am prison of my own creation and I paved my road to hell.
