Voices come from my pillow,
From my head, from the air,
Weaving a web of whispers to ensnare my mind,
Fade my heartbeat to nothing more than a broken hum,
Seeing my life through a looking glass of lies,
A faint scream,
A flickering light,
Pain laughing over my skin,
Echoing memories wrap me in soft white silk,
The nightshade dying,
The wolfs-bane blooming,
A pale ghost-moon scarring the sky,
A dream enchanted to a nightmare,
Blurring reality to a dreadful fantasy,
So beautiful in its ugliness,
Romantic verses of sinful feelings,
My eyes blinded by the shattered fragments of my own desires,
Demons rising and clawing at my thighs,
A bitter taste of something so sweet,
Pulling at my soul and draining my lifeblood,
Blending the dark with the gray light of my existence,
Falling through the barriers of sanity,
Nothing matters anymore,
Except of the murmurs.
Lamenting their sorrows to me through the shadows,
As I close my eyes for the last time,
Softly sighing,
This hateful peace.
*I wrote this a few days after my boyfriend split up with me, his excuse of "something doesn't feel right" inspired me*
