I left behind all my potential just to escape the pain.
Hacked out a piece of my heart to feed to my blame.
Left a void in my soul that can never be replenished.
Layed in a pool of emotional blood; dead and finished.
“What have I become?” I whisper as madness takes hold.
But there is no answer; only silence and a touch so cold.
I recoil from the invisible caress and retreat into my shell.
Is this my imagination or my reality? I can no longer tell.
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