Nothing in the Darkness, Holds rule over my heart.
Abandoned by the light, forced into a void of contented nothingness.
Simplistic nature ruling my memories, shredding my soul until the time I’m claimed,
This is a welcomed gift.
A brilliant death.
Endless peace.
Joy after all is a fair hearted creature of forgotten pleasures.
A being that spend effort in little things, thinking to fill a crater that kills the soul.
A void, a place lost to time, created by emptiness and longings, shattered dreams, distant worries.
I place I know to well.
A home built for me, a creation of the universe that will hold my soul for eternity.
Swallowed by the deepest regret.
Devastated by sapphire eyes, floating, trembling about my mind.
Fantasy; filling, filing, racing, screeching, as the wails repeat themselves leering at me from the distant nothing, a violated place of despair.
Liquid rivers cool in the air, flow as gracefully as pain would allow, gently tugging at my heart, sending grief coursing through me as vodka through blood.
Silence; heavy lidded eyes, shivering frame, holding onto stolen time.
A hope a dream that isn’t mine.
Here in the ache, I build my lies.
Wordlessly filling in needs, built on a curved foundation of tortured and mutilated falsehoods.
Lips bruised, eyes hold trembling tears, heart a shattered mirror coursing with loving concern.
Witnessed in suffering content in misery, forsaken self for those who need the shell.
Dragged in unspeakable cruelty inward.
Toward the place I cherish.
Wrapped within the thing feared.
Seduced by oblivion.
