There was nothing that could be seen. It was darker than black, the cold enveloping me slowly.
I felt you next to me, warmth radiating off of you, yet I could not reach it. There was no light pushing through the darkness and the warmth gets stripped away, like a black hole, growing bigger with your light and warmth.
Directly in sight, I long to be next to you, your warmth penetrating deeply and fully, engulfing the darkness and eradicating it. Cold replaced with heat, replaced with emotion and passion once again, living life as it should be.
I long to be there next to you, to feel the warmth and passion enter me, to give to you the way you give to me. If only life could be easy and I did not feel empty the way I do now.
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.
All I hear is static,
Drowning out the voices,
The mind falls to chaos
Because insanity is the norm;
Static causes pain
And the voices cry in agony,
Driving me into panic
And writhing uncontrollably.
My skin is burns underneath the surface,
Ants crawling up and down,
Setting fire to every cell in my body
And an uncontrollable itch and pain
In an unreachable place.
I claw at my skin,
Talons tearing the skin to shreds,
Blood pours from my wounds,
Yet there is no relief
The anguish I feel.
My heart beats faster,
Breathing gets heavier
With every passing moment
Desperate to feel more,
To feel more than never-ending pain.
My skin dangles from muscle,
Tendons twitching from the fresh air
And tears that pour from my cheeks,
Blood drips to the floor, but all this pain
Led to no eternal relief,
As I know there will be a resurgence of pain.
I couldn’t imagine,
Because anxiety shook
And I couldn’t
From my head.
I need nothing from you,
No emotion or soul or touch.
Give me nothing to give me everything.
A thousand needles,
A frail and innocent creature,
Nature does not nurture.
Another short story that I wrote. I have started writing them, practicing for a full novel that I am working on. Hope y’all enjoy.
I am hiding away from the demons. They always come at night. That’s why I keep all the lights on in the apartment. The more the better.
There are knives underneath my pillow. I need something to protect myself with if they brave the light.
My greatest treasure, my greatest accomplishment, is my padded floor and walls. Should they decide to attack, and one day they will, I have cushion to bounce from and to keep the demons attached. They hate the cotton of the walls.
I’m going to sleep now. My armor has my arms ready, on my back, with my knives at my fingertips.
I welcome the demons. I welcome them in their white skin to come at me. I will draw their blood, like they did to me.
Save my soul
From the bottomless hole.
Behind these iron bars,
My soul cries for freedom.
I shed tears when you left.
All I got were texts of regret
Lost in my head;
My demons never
Let me sleep
And will never let me die.