At night when its dark and i hear nothing but peace
its quiet im blinded by the light cus im in hell im immune to pain here in the fire i can smell charcoal
and my soul burning on the fire how pure it was and have this sweet essense to fill the room of what used to be me and wht i am now. i am fighting to save myself as i indulge into the darkness i struggle with temptaion to free myself from these chains and this burning i have nothing in this moment this time is the end i am burning tell no end tell i find peace tell i find justice i am no longer anything anything at all but ashes they float in the wind the air thats what keeps me alive the air the oxygen life the memories
I am cold
in this world my bones are fragile i can feel them break inside my body one by one the feeling is un barable to take but theres no tears no pain only the pain i feel in my heart i cry inside my soul
screaming.
thers no running or hideing from what or who u are
my night mares are the reality of what life is and my daily life. the hatred pierices my heart and it bleed right thru but i am unknown i am me i am the wind no one notices i am porcelin i can not see me or what my blackouts bring me to be.
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