Lost For Words
Words escape me,
I am mute, struck dumb
by the darkness in my mind.
Overcome
by the hatred I reserve
purely for myself.
Incapacitated
by the loathing
pressing on my last nerve.
Freedom
is the light in a tunnel.
I see only black; an empty oeuvre.
Nothing
is good enough,
no words to share my pain.
Words escape me.
Alone, again.
Friday 9th August 2013 11:02 pm
Tenebrous Attraction
I write from a dark place.
I see the beauty in darkness
Try to shape it into words
So that you may see as I do.
The bleakness in my mind
Curls tendrils about my soul
Binding it into submission.
An unwilling slave.
No safewords here.
When darkness has drained
The colour from life
Turned the beauty of the world
Into cold monochrome
I turn my eye to the abyss
I feel it ...
Friday 9th August 2013 11:01 pm
Saviour?
You could de-construct my pieces,
find your way inside.
Tap at the stone
that replaced my heart;
hope to hear an echo.
You could climb into the abysm
that used to house my soul.
Close your eyes in its darkness
find a memory of before.
You could creep into my mind;
find the joy that someone stole.
You could.
I wish you would.
But you won’t.
Friday 9th August 2013 10:55 pm
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