I lie weak and numb as the darkness
Grows and deepens with hatred,
Dark shadows lick at my wounds,
Blood trickling down my skin.
I wait for the pain to end
And wait for the darkness to disappear
And for light to shine once more.
I wait for there to be a reason to breathe,
For a reason to feel again
Rather than wasting away as a numb
And empty shell of the human I once was.
I look into the mirror,
Watching the person staring back
And it could not be clearer
That the figure cloaked in black
Is not who I am.
The figure has my appearance,
Looking at me with disgust
And sorrow because it is inherent
That the eyes do not trust
The figure staring back.
I keep looking and reach to the broken
Glass towards the sharp edges
Tinged deep with black omens,
Blood and deep evils of legend,
Looking at the figure staring back.
My hand feels the warm glass full of evil,
The figure looks right in my eyes,
Grabs my arm and pulls me from Eden
Into the hell that exists inside the glass.
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It is not easy to walk in darkness,
Wandering the gray grass fields,
Waiting for there to be any light
Or waiting for the embrace of night
To at least feel the cold.
There is no light shining in my eyes,
There is no warmth in my heart,
And my skin feels numb and weak.
No pain makes me feel,
No food gives me warmth or fill,
No person brings me life again,
A hollow smile to fill a broken face,
A veneer placed to fool the world
That life is normal with no troubles,
To let the world believe that functions flow
Despite the cogs being stuck for ages.
Unable to feel and unable to love,
Yearning to do so hurts more
Than the knife against the skin.
Get full, fill up, keep going,
Fill the empty hole inside,
Do not stop until you can’t no more,
Eat and drink until sick and weak
Feel the way I feel inside,
Like nothing sparks life and joy
Deep into my soul;
Eat your fill until sick and weak,
Fill yourself to fill the hole
That used to be you.
The clock strikes 12 and stands still,
Nothing stirs and nothing rests
When the clock ends the day
And new life begins and the old sheds.
Life starts and ends at the strike of 12,
But you end much sooner
For failed choices, continuing on this
Path filled with regret and despair.
Follow the future to the bright path,
So that the clock can strike 12 on a new day.
Slowly the heart fall down an empty chasm,
Falling down into the enveloping darkness,
Shock seizes the heart and stopping life from flowing.
You got me thinking out loud,
Not afraid to be proud
Of my screams that vibrate
Through the air of twilight,
I feel myself go crazy,
Crazy and drunken on you,
Falling and falling deep,
Deeper into the darkness
That has left me in a daze,
A daze for only you.
