Endless Nightmare

Stretch for that thread,
tug on it for assistance.
Confined in the catacombs of this existence.
Engulfing me.
Submerging me.
Plunging further downward into agony.
Sinking underneath,
beneath the ground - a sense of descending into the vast unknown.
Suffocating into an eclipse of darkness.

Amputate this heart of mine.
Prune away the fragmented pieces that leave me yearning for her.
What an uncomfortable reality.
They're impossible to clip away,
these tiny shattered pieces slither inward.
Puncturing me!
Slicing me!
Dividing a once whole heart,
such a sick cycle reverberating again and over again repeatedly.

Living every day in a world of pretend.
Make-believe in a reality that's filled with superficial people.
Where everyone plays their part, and I play mine.
But the only thing that's superficial is these scars of mine.
Pull the veil over my eyes,
so I can't see the person I've become.
Consequently, sick inside, pathetic equals me.
Don't hate me more than I hate myself,
I've already lost - isn't that enough?

But these monsters in my head don't care.
Always getting the best of me,
directing me like a conductor leading their orchestra.
Slashing me!
Gashing me!
Crimson hues stream down these arms,
like raindrops from the windowpane.
Confined in an endless nightmare,
when living means living in hell.